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LOTHAIR

by Benjamin Disraeli

CHAPTER 1

1.¶1	"I remember him a little boy," said the duchess, "a pretty little boy, but very shy.  His mother brought him to us one day.  She was a dear friend of mine; you know she was one of my bridesmaids?"

1.¶2	"And you have never seen him since, mamma?" inquired a married daughter, who looked like the younger sister of her mother.

1.¶3	"Never; he was an orphan shortly after; I have often reproached myself, but it is so difficult to see boys.  Then, he never went to school, but was brought up in the Highlands with a rather savage uncle; and if he and Bertram had not become friends at Christchurch, I do not well see how we ever could have known him."

1.¶4	These remarks were made in the morning-room of Brentham, where the mistress of the mansion sat surrounded by her daughters, all occupied with various works.  One knitted a purse, another adorned a slipper a third emblazoned a page.  Beautiful forms in counsel leaned over frames embroidery, while two fair sisters more remote occasionally burst into melody as they tried the passages of a new air, which had been dedicated to them in the manuscript of some devoted friend.

1.¶5	The duchess, one of the greatest heiresses of Britain, singularly beautify and gifted with native grace, had married in her teens one of the wealthiest and most powerful of our nobles, and scarcely order than herself.  Her husband was as distinguished for his appearance and his manners as his bride, and those who speculate on race were interested in watching the development of their progeny, who in form and color, and voice, and manner, and mind, were a reproduction of their parents, who seemed only the elder brother and sister of a gifted circle.  The daughters with one exception came first, and all met the same fate.  After seventeen years of a delicious home they were presented, and immediately married; and all to personages of high consideration.  After the first conquest, this fate seemed as regular as the order of Nature.  Then came a son, who was now at Christchurch, and then several others, some at school, and some scarcely out of the nursery.  There was one daughter unmarried, and she was to be presented next season.  Though the family likeness was still apparent in Lady Corisande, in general expression she differed from her sisters.  They were all alike with their delicate aquiline noses, bright complexions, short upper lips, and eyes of sunny light.  The beauty of Lady Corisande was even more distinguished and more regular, but whether it were the effect of her dark-brown hair and darker eyes, her countenance had not the lustre of the res, and its expression was grave and perhaps pensive.

1.¶6	The duke, though still young, and naturally of a gay and joyous temperament, had a high sense of duty, and strong domestic feelings.  He was never wanting in his public place, and he was fond of his wife and his children; still more, proud of them.  Every day when he looked into the glass, and gave the last touch to his consummate toilet, he offered his grateful thanks to Providence that his family was not unworthy of him.

1.¶7	His grace was accustomed to say that he had only one misfortune, and it was a great one; he had no home.  His family had married so many heiresses, and he, consequently, possessed so many halls and castles, at all of which, periodically, he wished, from a right feeling, to reside, that there was no sacred spot identified with his life in which his heart, in the bustle and tumult of existence, could take refuge.  Brentham was the original seat of his family, and he was even passionately fond of it; but it was remarkable how very short a period of his yearly life was passed under its stately roof.  So it was his custom always to repair to Brentham the moment the season was over, and he would exact from his children, that, however short might be the time, they would be his companions under those circumstances.  The daughters loved Brentham, and they loved to please their father; but the sons-in-law, though they were what is called devoted to their wives, and, unusual as it may seem, scarcely less attached to their legal parents, did not fall very easily into this arrangement.  The country in August without sport was unquestionably to them a severe trial: nevertheless, they rarely omitted making their appearance, and, if they did occasionally vanish, sometimes to Cowes, sometimes to Switzerland, sometimes to Norway, they always wrote to their wives, and always alluded to their immediate or approaching return; and their letters gracefully contributed to the fund of domestic amusement.

1.¶8	And yet it would be difficult to find a fairer scene than Brentham offered, especially in the lustrous effulgence of a glorious English summer.  It was an Italian palace of freestone; vast, ornate, and in scrupulous condition; its spacious and graceful chambers filled with treasures of art, and rising itself from statued and stately terraces.  At their foot spread a gardened domain of considerable extent, bright with flowers, dim with coverts of rare shrubs, and musical with fountains.  Its limit reached a park, with timber such as the midland counties only can produce.  The fallow deer trooped among its ferny solitudes and gigantic oaks; but, beyond the waters of the broad and winding lake, the scene became more savage, and the eye caught the dark forms of the red deer on some jutting mount, shrinking with scorn from communion with his gentler brethren.

CHAPTER 2

2.¶1	Lothair was the little boy whom the duchess remembered.  He was a posthumous child, and soon lost a devoted mother.  His only relation was one of his two guardians, a Scotch noble ‑‑ a Presbyterian and a Whig.  This uncle was a widower with some children, but they were girls, and, though Lothair was attached to them, too young to be his companions.  Their father was a keen, hard man, honorable and just but with no softness of heart or manner.  He guarded with precise knowledge and with unceasing vigilance over Lothair's vast inheritance, which was in many counties and in more than one kingdom; but he educated him in a Highland home, and when he had reached boyhood thought fit to send him to the High School of Edinburgh.  Lothair passed a monotonous, if not a dull, life; but he found occasional solace in the scenes of a wild and beautiful nature, and delight in all the sports of the field and forest, in which he was early initiated and completely indulged.  Although an Englishman, he was fifteen before he re-visited his country, and then his glimpses of England were brief, and to him scarcely satisfactory.  He was hurried sometimes to vast domains, which he heard were his own; and sometimes whisked to the huge metropolis, where he was shown St. Paul's and the British-Museum.  These visits left a vague impression of bustle without kindness and exhaustion without excitement; and he was glad to get back to his glens, to the moor and the mountain-streams.

2.¶2	His father, in the selection of his guardians, had not contemplated this system of education.  While he secured by the appointment of his brother-in-law, the most competent and trustworthy steward of his son's fortune, he had depended on another for that influence which should mould the character, guide the opinions, and form the tastes of his child.  The other guardian was a clergyman, his father's private tutor and heart-friend; scarcely his parent's senior, but exercising over him irresistible influence, for he was a man of shining talents and abounding knowledge, brilliant and profound.  But unhappily, shortly after Lothair became an orphan, this distinguished man seceded from the Anglican communion, and entered the Church of Rome.  From this moment there was war between the guardians.  The uncle endeavored to drive his colleague from the trust: in this he failed, for the priest would not renounce his office.  The Scotch noble succeeded, however, in making it a fruitless one: he thwarted every suggestion that emanated from the obnoxious quarter; and, indeed, the secret reason of the almost constant residence of Lothair in Scotland, and of his harsh education, was the fear of his relative, that the moment he crossed the border he might, by some mysterious process, fall under the influence that his guardian so much dreaded and detested.

2.¶3	There was however, a limit to these severe precautions, even before Lothair should reach his majority.  His father had expressed in his will that his son should be educated at the University of Oxford, and at the same college of which he had been a member.  His uncle was of opinion he complied with the spirit of this instruction by sending Lothair to the University of Edinburgh, which would give the last tonic to his moral system; and then commenced a celebrated chancery-suit, instituted by the Roman Catholic guardian, in order to enforce a literal compliance with the educational condition of the will.  The uncle looked upon this movement as a popish plot, and had recourse to every available allegation and argument to baffle it: but ultimately in vain.  With every precaution to secure his Protestant principles, and to guard against the influence, or even personal interference of his Roman Catholic guardian, the lord-chancellor decided that Lothair should be sent to Christchurch.

2.¶4	Here Lothair, who had never been favored with a companion of his own age and station, soon found a congenial one in the heir of Brentham.  Inseparable in pastime, not dissociated even in study, sympathizing companionship soon ripened into fervent friendship.  They lived so much together that the idea of separation became not only painful but impossible; and, when vacation arrived, and Brentham was to be visited by its future lord, what more natural than that it should be arranged that Lothair should be a visitor to his domain?

CHAPTER 3

3.¶1	Although Lothair was the possessor of as many palaces and castles as the duke himself, it is curious that his first dinner at Brentham was almost his introduction into refined society.  He had been a guest at the occasional banquets of his uncle; but these were festivals of the Picts and Scots; rude plenty and coarse splendor, with noise instead of conversation, and a tumult of obstructive defendants, who impeded, by their want of skill, the very convenience which they were purposed to facilitate.  How different the surrounding scene!  A table covered with flowers, bright with fanciful crystal, and porcelain that had belonged to sovereigns, who had given a name to its color or its form.  As for those present, all seemed grace and gentleness, from the radiant daughters of the house to the noiseless attendants that anticipated all his wants, and sometimes seemed to suggest his wishes.

3.¶2	Lothair sat between two of the married daughters.  They addressed him with so much sympathy that he was quite enchanted.  When they asked their pretty questions and made their sparkling remarks, roses seemed to drop from their lips, and sometimes diamonds.  It was a rather large party, for the Brentham family were so numerous that they themselves made a festival.  There were four married daughters, the duke and two sons-in-law, a clergyman or two, and some ladies and gentlemen who were seldom absent from this circle, and who, by their useful talents and various accomplishments, alleviated the toil or cares of life from which even princes are not exempt.

3.¶3	When the ladies had retired to the duchess's drawing-room, all the married daughters clustered round their mother.

3.¶4	"Do you know, mamma, we all think him very, good-looking," said the youngest married daughter, the wife of the listless and handsome St. Aldegonde.

3.¶5	"And not at all shy," said Lady Montairy, "though reserved."

3.¶6	"I admire deep-blue eyes with dark lashes," said the duchess.

3.¶7	Notwithstanding the decision of Lady Montairy, Lothair was scarcely free from embarrassment when he rejoined the ladies; and was so afraid of standing alone, or talking only to men, that he was almost on the point of finding refuge in his dinner-companions, had not he instinctively felt that this would have been a social blunder.  But the duchess relieved him: her gracious glance caught his at the right moment, and she rose and met him some way as he advanced.  The friends had arrived so late, that Lothair had had only time to make a reverence of ceremony before dinner.

3.¶8	"It is not our first meeting," said her grace; "but that you cannot remember."

3.¶9	"Indeed I do," said Lothair, "and your grace gave me a golden heart."

3.¶10	"How can you remember such things," exclaimed the duchess, "which l had myself forgotten!"

3.¶11	"I have rather a good memory," replied Lothair; "and it is not wonderful that I should remember this, for it is the only present that ever was made me."

3.¶12	The evenings at Brentham were short, but they were sweet.  It was a musical family, without being fanatical on the subject.  There was always music, but it was not permitted that the guests should be deprived of other amusements.  But music was the basis of the evening's campaigns.  The duke himself sometimes took a second; the four married daughters warbled sweetly; but the great performer was Lady Corisande.  When her impassioned tones sounded, there was a hushed silence in every chamber; otherwise, many things were said and done amid accompanying melodies, that animated without distracting even a whistplayer.  The duke himself rather preferred a game of piquet or écarté with Captain Mildmay, and sometimes retired with a troop to a distant, but still visible, apartment, where they played with billiard-balls games which were not billiards.

3.¶13	The ladies had retired, the duke had taken his glass of seltzer-water, and had disappeared.  The gentry lingered and looked at each other, as if they were an assembly of poachers gathering for an expedition, and then Lord St. Aldegonde, tall, fair, and languid, said to Lothair, "do you smoke?"

3.¶14	"No!"

3.¶15	"I should have thought Bertram would have seduced you by this time.  Then let us try.  Montairy will give you one of his cigarettes, so mild that his wife never finds him out."

CHAPTER 4

4.¶1	The breakfast-room at Brentham was very bright.  It opened on a garden of its own, which, at this season, was so glowing, and cultured into patterns so fanciful and finished, that it had the resemblance of a vast mosaic.  The walls of the chamber were covered with bright drawings and sketches of our modern masters, and frames of interesting miniatures, and the meal was served on half a dozen or more round tables, which vied with each other in grace and merriment; brilliant as a cluster of Greek or Italian republics, instead of a great metropolitan table, like a central government absorbing all the genius and resources of the society.

4.¶2	Every scene In this life at Brentham charmed Lothair, who, though not conscious of being of a particularly gloomy temper, often felt that he had, somehow or other, hitherto passed through life rarely with pleasure, and never with joy.

4.¶3	After breakfast the ladies retired to their morning-room, and the gentlemen strolled to the stables, Lord St. Aldegonde lighting a Manilla cheroot of enormous length.  As Lothair was very fond of horses, this delighted him.  The stables at Brentham were rather too far from the house, but they were magnificent, and the stud worthy of them.  It was numerous and choice, and, above all it was useful.  It could supply, a readier number of capital riding-horses than any stable in England.  Brentham was a great riding family.  In the summer season the duke delighted to head a numerous troop, penetrate far into the country, and scamper home to a nine-o'clock dinner.  All the ladies of the house were fond and fine horse-women.  The mount of one of these riding-parties was magical.  The dames and damsels vaulted on their barbs, and genets, and thorough-bred hacks, with such airy majesty; they were absolutely overwhelming with their bewildering habits and their bewitching hats.

4.¶4	Every thing was so new in this life at Brentham to Lothair, as well as so agreeable, that the first days passed by no means rapidly; for, though it sounds strange, time moves with equal slowness whether we experience many impressions or none.  In a new circle every character is a study, and every incident an adventure; and the multiplicity of the images and emotions restrains the hours.  But after a few days, though Lothair was not less delighted, for he was more so, he was astonished at the rapidity of time.  The life was exactly the same, but equally pleasant; the same charming companions, the same refined festivity, the same fascinating amusements; but to his dismay Lothair recollected that nearly a fortnight had elapsed since his arrival.  Lord St. Aldegonde also was on the wing; he was obliged to go to Cowes to see a sick friend, though he considerately left Bertha behind him.  The other son-in-law remained, for he could not tear himself away from his wife.  He was so distractedly fond of Lady Montairy that he would only smoke cigarettes.  Lothair felt it was time to go, and he broke the circumstance to his friend Bertram.

4.¶5	These two "old fellows," as they mutually described each other, could not at all agree as to the course to be pursued.  Bertram looked upon Lothair's suggestion as an act of desertion from himself.  At their time of life, the claims of friendship are paramount.  And where could Lothair go to?  And what was there to do?  Nowhere, and nothing.  Whereas, if he would remain a little longer, as the duke expected and also the duchess, Bertram would go with him anywhere he liked, and do any thing he chose.  So Lothair remained.

4.¶6	In the evening, seated by Lady Montairy, Lothair observed on her sister's singing, and said, "I never heard any of our great singers, but I cannot believe there is a finer voice in existence."

4.¶7	"Corisande's is a fine voice," said Lady Montairy, "but I admire her expression more than her tone; for there are certainly many finer voices, and some day you will hear them."

4.¶8	"But I prefer expression," said Lothair very decidedly.

4.¶9	"Ah, yes! doubtless," said Lady Montairy, who was working a purse, "and that's what we all want, I believe; at least we married daughters, they say.  My brother, Granville St. Aldegonde, says we are all too much alike, and that Bertha St. Aldegonde would be parallel if she had no sisters."

4.¶10	"I don't at all agree with Lord St. Aldegonde," said Lothair, with energy.  "I do not think it is possible to have too many relatives like you and your sisters."

4.¶11	Lady Montairy looked up with a smile, but she did not meet a smiling countenance.  He seemed, what is called an earnest young man, this friend of her brother Bertram.

4.¶12	At this moment the duke sent swift messengers for all: to come, even the duchess, to partake in a new game just arrived from Russia, some miraculous combination of billiard-balls.  Some rose directly, some lingering a moment arranging their work, but all were in motion.  Corisande was at the piano, and disencumbering herself of some music.  Lothair went up to her rather abruptly:

4.¶13	"Your singing," he said, "is the finest thing I ever heard.  I am so happy that I am not going to leave Brentham to-morrow.  There is no place in the world that I think equal to Brentham."

4.¶14	"And I love it, too, and no other place," she replied; "and I should be quite happy if I never left it."

CHAPTER 5

5.¶1	Lord Montairy was passionately devoted to croquêt.  He flattered himself that he was the most accomplished male performer existing.  He would have thought absolutely the most accomplished, were it not for the unrivalled feats of Lady Montairy.  She was the queen of croquêt.  Her sisters also used the mallet with admirable skill, but not like Georgina.  Lord Montairy always looked forward to his summer croquêt at Brentham.  It was a great croquêt family, the Brentham family; even listless Lord St. Aldegonde  would sometimes play, with a cigar never out of his mouth.  They did not object to his smoking in the air.  On the contrary, "they rather liked it."  Captain Mildmay, too, was a brilliant hand, and had written a. treatise on croquêt ‑‑ the best going.

5.¶2	There was a great croquêt-party one morning at Brentham.  Some neighbors had been invited who loved the sport.  Mr. Blenkinsop a grave young gentleman, whose countenance never relaxed while he played, and who was understood, to give his mind entirely up to croquêt.  He was the owner of the largest estate in the county, and it was thought would have very much liked to have allied himself with one of the young ladies of the house of Brentham; but these flowers were always plucked so quickly, that his relations with the distinguished circle never grew more intimate than croquêt.  He drove over with some fine horses, and several cases and bags containing instruments and weapons for the fray.  His sister came with him, who had forty thousand pounds, but, they said, in some mysterious manner dependent on his consent to her marriage; and it was added that Mr. Blenkinsop would not allow his sister to marry because he would miss her so much in his favorite pastime.  There were some other morning visitors, and one or two young curates in cassocks.

5.¶3	It seemed to Lothair a game of great deliberation and of more interest than gayety, though sometimes a cordial cheer, and sometimes a ringing laugh of amiable derision, notified a signal triumph or a disastrous failure.  But the scene was brilliant: a marvellous lawn, the duchess's Turkish tent with its rich hangings, and the players themselves, the prettiest of all the spectacle, with their coquettish hats, and their half-veiled and half-revealed under-raiment scarlet and silver, or blue and gold, made up a sparkling and modish scene.

5.¶4	Lothair, who had left the players for a while, and was regaining the lawn, met the duchess.

5.¶5	"Your grace is not going to leave us, I hope?" he said, rather anxiously.

5.¶6	"For a moment.  I have long promised to visit the new dairy; and I think this a good opportunity."

5.¶7	"I wish I might be your companion," said Lothair; and, invited, he was by her grace's side.

5.¶8	They turned into a winding walk of thick and fragrant shrubs, and, after a while, they approached a dell, surrounded with, high trees that environed it with perpetual shade; in the centre of the dell was apparently a Gothic shrine, fair in design and finished in execution, and this was the duchess's new dairy.  A pretty sight is a first-rate dairy, with its flooring of fanciful tiles, and its cool and shrouded chambers, its stained windows and its marble slabs, and porcelain pans of cream, and plenteous platters of fantastically-formed butter.

5.¶9	"Mrs. Woods and her dairy-maids look like a Dutch picture," said the duchess.  "Were you ever in Holland?"

5.¶10	"I have never been anywhere," said Lothair.

5.¶11	"You should travel," said the duchess.

5.¶12	"I have no wish," said Lothair.

5.¶13	"The duke has given me some Coreean fowls," said the duchess to Mrs. Woods, when they had concluded their visit.  "Do you think you could take care of them for me?"

5.¶14	"Well, Grace, I am sure I will do my best; but then they are very, troublesome, and I was not fortunate with my Cochin.  I had rather they were sent to the aviary, Grace, if it were all the same."

5.¶15	"I should so like to see the aviary," said Lothair.

5.¶16	"Well, we will go."

5.¶17	And this rather extended their walk, and withdrew them more from the great amusement of the day.

5.¶18	"I wish your grace would do me a great favor," said Lothair, abruptly breaking a rather prolonged silence.

5.¶19	"And what is that?" said the duchess.

5.¶20	"It is a very great favor," repeated Lothair.

5.¶21	"If it be in my power to grant it, its magnitude would only be an additional recommendation."

5.¶22	"Well," said Lothair, blushing deeply, and speaking with much agitation, "I would ask your grace's permission to offer my hand to your daughter."

5.¶23	The duchess I looked amazed.  "Corisande!" she exclaimed.

5.¶24	"Yes, to Lady Corisande."

5.¶25	"Corisande," replied the duchess, after a pause, "has absolutely not yet entered the world.  Corisande is a child; and you ‑‑ you, my dear friend ‑‑ I am sure you will pardon me If I say, so ‑‑ you are not very much older than Corisande."

5.¶26	"I have no wish to enter the world," said Lothair, with much decision.

5.¶27	"I am not an enemy to youthful marriages," said the duchess.  "I married early myself, and my children married early; and I am very happy, and I hope they are; but some experience of society before we settle is most desirable, and is one of the conditions, I cannot but believe, of that felicity which we all seek."

5.¶28	"I hate society," said Lothair.  "I would never go out of my domestic circle, if it were the circle I contemplate."

5.¶29	"My dear young friend," said the duchess, "you could hardly have seen enough of society to speak with so much decision."

5.¶30	"I have seen quite enough of it," said Lothair. "I went to an evening party last season ‑‑ I came up from Christchurch on purpose for it ‑‑ and if ever they catch me at another, they shall inflict any penalty they please."

5.¶31	"I fear it was a stupid party," said the duchess, smiling, and glad to turn, if possible, the conversation into a lighter vein.

5.¶32	"No, it was a very grand party, I believe, and not exactly stupid ‑‑ it was not, that; but I was disgusted with all I saw and all I heard.  It seemed to me a mass of affectation, falsehood, and malignity."

5.¶33	"Oh! dear," said the duchess, "how very dreadful!  But I did not mean merely going to parties for society; I meant knowledge of the world, and that experience which enables us to form sound opinions on the affairs of life."

5.¶34	"Oh! as for that," said Lothair, "my, opinions are already formed on every subject; that is to say, every subject of importance; and, what is more, they will never change."

5.¶35	"I could not say that of Corisande," said the duchess.

5.¶36	"I think we agree on all the great things," said Lothair, musingly.  "Her church views may be a little higher than mine, but I do not anticipate any permanent difficulty on that head.  Although my uncle made me go to kirk, I always hated it and always considered myself a churchman.  Then, as to churches themselves, she is in favor of building churches, and so am I; and schools ‑‑ there is no quantity of schools I would not establish.  My opinion is, you cannot have too much education, provided it be founded on a religious basis.  I would sooner renounce the whole of my inheritance than consent to secular education."

5.¶37	"I should be sorry to see any education but a religious education," remarked the duchess.

5.¶38	"Well, then," said Lothair, "that is our life, or a great part of it.  To complete it, here is that to which I really wish to devote my existence, and in which I instinctively feel Lady Corisande would sympathize with me ‑‑ the extinction of pauperism."

5.¶39	"That is a vast subject;" said the duchess.

5.¶40	"It is the terror of Europe and the disgrace of Britain," said Lothair; "and I am resolved to grapple with it.  It seems to me that pauperism is not an affair so much of wages as of dwellings.  If the working-classes were properly lodged, at their present rate of wages, they would be richer.  They would be healthier and happier at the same cost.  I am so convinced of this, that the moment I am master, I shall build two thousand cottages on any estates.  I have the designs already."

5.¶41	"I am much in favor of improved dwellings for the poor," said the duchess; "but then you must take care that your dwellings are cottages, and not villas like my cousin's, the Duke of Luton."

5.¶42	"I do not think I shall make that mistake," replied Lothair.  "It constantly engages my thought.  I am wearied of hearing of my wealth, and I am conscious it has never brought me any happiness.  I have lived a great deal alone, dearest duchess, and thought much of these things, but I feel now I should be hardly equal to the effort, unless I had a happy home to, fall back upon."

5.¶43	"And you will have a happy home in due time," said the duchess; "and with such good and great thoughts you deserve one.  But take the advice of one who loved your mother, and who would extend to you the same affection as to her own children; before you take a step which cannot be recalled, see a little more of the world."

5.¶44	Lothair shook his head.  "No," he said, after a pause.  "My idea of perfect society is being married as I propose, and paying visits to Brentham; and when the visits to Brentham ceased, then I should like you and the duke to pay visits to us."

5.¶45	"But that would be a fairy-tale," said the duchess.

5.¶46	So they walked on in silence.

5.¶47	Suddenly and abruptly Lothair turned to the duchess and said, "Does your grace see objection to my speaking to your daughter?"

5.¶48	"Dear friend, indeed, yes.  What you would say would only agitate and disturb Corisande.  Her character is not yet formed, and its future is perplexing, at least to me," murmured the mother.  "She has not the simple nature of her sisters.  It is a deeper and more complicated mind, and I watch its development with fond, but anxious interest."  Then, in a lighter tone, she added, "You do not know very much of us.  Try to know more.  Everybody under this roof views you with regard, and you are the brother friend of our eldest son.  Wherever we are, you will always find a home; but do not touch again upon this subject, at least at present, for it distresses me."  And then she took his arm, and pressed it, and by this time they had gained the croquêt-ground.

CHAPTER 6

6.¶1	One of the least known squares in London is Hexham Square, though it is one of the oldest.  Not that it is very remote from the throng of existence, but it is isolated in a dingy district of silent and decaying streets.  Once it was a favored residence of opulence and power, and its architecture still indicates its former and prouder destiny.  But its noble mansions are now divided and broken up into separate dwellings, or have been converted into chambers and offices.  Lawyers, and architects, and agents, dwell in apartments where the richly-sculptured chimney-pieces, the carved and gilded pediments over the doors, and sometimes even the painted ceilings, tell a tale of vanished stateliness and splendor.

6.¶2	A considerable portion of the north side of the square is occupied by one house standing in a courtyard, with iron gates to the thoroughfare.  This is Hexham House, and where Lord Hexham lived in the days of the first Georges.  It is reduced in size since his time, two considerable wings, having been pulled down about sixty years ago, and their materials employed in building some residences of less pretension.  But the body of the dwelling-house remains, and the court-yard, though reduced in size, has been retained.

6.¶3	Hexham House has an old oak entrance-hall panelled with delicacy, and which has escaped the rifling of speculators in furniture; and out of it rises a staircase of the same material, of a noble character, adorned occasionally with figures; armorial animals holding shields, and sometimes a grotesque form rising from fruits and flowers, all doubtless the work of some famous carver.  The staircase led to a corridor, on which several doors open, and through one of these, at the moment of our history, a man, dressed in a dark cassock, and holding a card in his hand, was entering a spacious chamber, meagrely, but not shabbily, furnished.  There was a rich cabinet and a fine picture.  In the next room, not less spacious, but which had a more inhabited look, a cheerful fire, tables covered with books and papers, and two individuals busily at work with their pens; he gave the card to a gentleman who wore also the cassock, and who stood before the fire with a book in his hand, and apparently dictating to one of the writers.

6.¶4	"Impossible!" said the gentleman shaking his head; "I could not even go in, as Monsignore Berwick is with his eminence."

6.¶5	"But what shall I do?" said the attendant; "his eminence said that when Mr. Giles called he never was to be denied."

6.¶6	"The monsignore has been here a long time; you must beg Mr. Giles to wait.  Make him comfortable; give him a newspaper; not the Tablet, the Times; men like Mr. Giles love reading the advertisements.  Or stop, give him this, his eminence's lecture on geology; it will show him the Church has no fear of science. Ah! there's my bell; Mr. Giles will not have to wait long."  So saying, the gentleman put down his volume and disappeared, through an antechamber, into a farther apartment.

6.¶7	It was a library, of moderate dimensions, and yet its well-filled shelves contained all the weapons of learning and controversy which the deepest and the most active of ecclesiastical champions could require.  It was unlike modern libraries, for it was one in which folios greatly predominated; and they stood in solemn and sometimes magnificent array, for they bore, many of them, on their ancient though costly bindings, the proofs that they had belonged to many a prince and even sovereign of the Church.  Over the mantel-piece hung a portrait of his holiness Pius IX., and on the table, in the midst of many papers, was an ivory crucifix.

6.¶8	The master of the library had risen from his seat when the chief secretary entered, and was receiving an obeisance.  Above the middle height, his stature seemed magnified by the attenuation of his form.  It seemed that the soul never had so frail and fragile a tenement.  He was dressed in a dark cassock with a red border, and wore scarlet stockings; and over his cassock a purple tippet, and on his breast a small golden cross.  His countenance was naturally of an extreme pallor, though at this moment slightly flushed with the animation of a deeply-interesting conference.  His cheeks were hollow, and his gray eyes seemed sunk into his clear and noble brow, but they flashed with irresistible penetration.  Such was Cardinal Grandison.

6.¶9	"All that I can do is," said his eminence, when his visitor was, ushered out, and slightly shrugging his shoulders, "is to get it postponed until I go to Rome, and even then I must not delay my visit.  This crossing the Alps in winter is a trial ‑‑ but we must never repine; and there is nothing which we must not encounter to prevent incalculable mischief.  The publication of the Scotch hierarchy at this moment will destroy the labors of years.  And yet they will not see it!  I cannot conceive who is urging them, for I am sure they must have some authority from home. ‑‑ You have something for me, Chidioch," he added inquiringly, for his keen eye caught the card.

6.¶10	"I regret to trouble your eminence when you need repose, but the bearer of this card seems to have been importunate, and to have appealed to, your name and personal orders;" and he gave the cardinal the card.

6.¶11	"Yes," said the cardinal, looking at the card with much interest; "this is a person I must always see."

6.¶12	And so, in due course, they ushered into the library a gentleman with a crimson and well-stuffed bag, of a composed yet cheerful .aspect, who addressed the cardinal with respect but without embarrassment, saying, "I am ashamed to trouble your eminence with only matters of form ‑‑ absolutely mere matters of form; but I obey, Sir, your own instructions."

6.¶13	"It is not for me to depreciate form," replied the cardinal; "and in business there are no mere matters of form."

6.¶14	"Merely the wood accounts," continued the visitor; "they must be approved by both the guardians or the money cannot be received by the bankers.  Your eminence, you see, has sanctioned the felling, and authorized the sales, and these are the final accounts, which must be signed before we pay in."

6.¶15	"Give them to me," said the cardinal, stretching out both his hands as he received a mass of paper folios.  His eminence resumed his chair, and hastily examined the sheets.  " Ah!" he said, "no ordinary felling ‑‑ it reaches, over seven counties.  By-the-by, Bracewood Forest ‑‑ what about the enclosure?  I have heard no more of it."  Then, murmuring to himself ‑‑ "Grentham Wood ‑‑ how well I remember Grentham Wood, with his dear father!"

6.¶16	"If we could sign today," said the visitor in a tone of professional cajolery; "time is important."

6.¶17	"And if shall not be wasted," replied the cardinal.  "But I must look over the accounts.  I doubt not all is quite regular, but I wish to make myself a little familiar with the scene of action; perhaps to recall the past," he added.  "You shall have them to-morrow, Mr. Giles."

6.¶18	"Your eminence will have very different accounts to settle in a short time," said Mr. Giles, smiling.  "We are hard at work; it takes three of our clerks constantly occupied."

6.¶19	"But you have yet got time."

6.¶20	"I don't know that," said Mr. Giles.  "The affairs are very large.  And the mines ‑‑ they give us the greatest trouble.  Our Mr. James Roundell was two months in Wales last year about them.  It took up the whole of his vacation.  And your eminence must remember that time flies.  In less than eight months he will be of age."

6.¶21	"Very true," said the cardinal; "time indeed flies, and so much to be done!  By-the-by, Mr. Giles, have you by any chance heard any thing lately of my child?"

6.¶22	"I have heard of him a good deal of late, for a client of ours, Lord Montairy, met him at Brentham this summer, and was a long time there with him.  After that, I hear, he went deer-stalking with some of his young friends; but he is not very fond of Scotland; had rather too much of it, I suspect; but the truth is, sir, I saw him this very day."

6.¶23	"Indeed!"

6.¶24	"Some affairs have brought him up to town, and I rather doubt whether he will return to Oxford ‑‑ at least, so he talks."

6.¶25	"Ah!  I have never seen him since he was an infant, I might say," said the cardinal.  "I suppose I shall see him again, if only when I resign my trust; but I know not.  And yet few things would be more interesting to me than to meet him!"

6.¶26	Mr. Giles seemed moved, for him almost a little embarrassed; he seemed to blush, and then he cleared his throat.  "It would be too great a liberty," said Mr. Giles, "I feel that very much ‑‑ and yet, if your eminence would condescend, though I hardly suppose it possible, his lordship is really going to do us the honor of dining with us to-day; only a few friends, and if your eminence could make the sacrifice, and it were not an act of too great presumption, to ask your eminence to join our party."

6.¶27	"I never eat and I never drink," said the cardinal.  "I am sorry, to say I cannot.  I like dinner society very much.  You see the world, and you hear things which you do not hear otherwise.  For a time I presumed to accept invitations, though I sat with an empty plate, but, though the world was indulgent to me, I felt that my habits were an embarrassment to the happier feasters: it was not fair, and so I gave it up.  But I tell you what, Mr. Giles: I shall be in your quarter this evening: perhaps you would permit me to drop in and pay my respects to Mrs. Giles ‑‑ I have wished to do so before."

CHAPTER 7

7.¶1	Mr. Giles was a leading partner in the firm of Roundells, Giles, and Roundell, among the most eminent solicitors of Lincoln's Inn.  He, in those days of prolonged maturity, might be described as still a young man.  He had inherited from his father not only a large share in a first-rate business, but no inconsiderable fortune; and though he had, in her circles, a celebrated wife, he had no children.  He was opulent and prosperous, with no cares and anxieties of his own, and loved his profession, for which he was peculiarly qualified, being a man of uncommon sagacity, very difficult to deceive, and yet one who sympathized with his clients, who were all personally attached to him, and many of whom were among the distinguished personages of the realm.

7.¶2	During an important professional visit to Ireland, Mr. Giles had made the acquaintance of Miss Apollonia Smylie, the niece of an Irish peer; and, though the lady was much admired and courted, had succeeded, after a time, in inducing her to become the partner of his life.

7.¶3	Mrs. Giles, or, as she described herself, Mrs. Putney Giles, taking advantage of a second and territorial Christian name of her husband, was a showy woman; decidedly handsome, unquestionably accomplished, and gifted with energy and enthusiasm which far exceeded even her physical advantages.  Her principal mission was to destroy the papacy and to secure Italian unity.  Her lesser impulses were to become acquainted with the aristocracy, and to be herself surrounded by celebrities.  Having a fine house in Tyburnia, almost as showy as herself, and a husband who was never so happy as when gratifying her wishes, she did not find it difficult in a considerable degree to pursue and even accomplish her objects.  The Putney Giles gave a great many dinners, and Mrs. Putney received her world frequently, if not periodically.  As they entertained with profusion, her well-lighted saloons were considerably attended.  These assemblies were never dull; the materials not being ordinary, often startling, sometimes even brilliant, occasionally rather heterogeneous.  For, though being a violent Protestant, and of extreme conservative opinions, her antipapal antipathies and her Italian predilections frequently involved her with acquaintances not so distinguished as she deemed herself for devotion to the cause of order and orthodoxy.  It was rumored that the brooding brow of Mazzini had been observed in her rooms, and there was no sort of question that she had thrown herself in ecstatic idolatry at the feet of the hero of Caprera.

7.¶4	On the morning of the day on which he intended to visit Cardinal Grandison, Mr. Giles, in his chambers at Lincoln's Inn, was suddenly apprised, by a clerk, that an interview with him was sought by a client no less distinguished than Lothair.

7.¶5	Although Mr. Giles sat opposite two rows of tin boxes, each of which was numbered, and duly inscribed with the name of Lothair and that of the particular estate to which it referred, Mr. Giles, though he had had occasional communications with his client, was personally unacquainted with him.  He viewed, therefore, with no ordinary curiosity the young man who was ushered into his room; a shapely youth slightly above the middle height; of simple, but distinguished mien, with a countenance naturally pale, though somewhat bronzed by a life of air and exercise, and a profusion of dark-auburn hair.

7.¶6	And for what could Lothair be calling on Mr. Giles?

7.¶7	It seems that one of Lothair's intimate companions had got into a scrape, and under these circumstances had what is styled "made a friend" of Lothair; that is to say, confided to him his trouble, and asked his advice, with a view, when given, of its being followed by an offer of assistance,

7.¶8	Lothair, though inexperienced, and very ingenuous, was not devoid of a certain instinctive perception of men and, things, which rendered it difficult for him to be an easy prey.  His natural disposition, and his comparatively solitary education, had made him a keen observer, and he was one who meditated over his observations.  But he was naturally generous and sensible of kindness; and this was a favorite companion ‑‑ next to Bertram, his most intimate.

7.¶9	Lothair was quite happy in the opportunity of soothing a perturbed spirit whose society had been to him a source of so much gratification.

7.¶10	It was not until Lothair had promised to extricate his friend from his whelming difficulties, that, upon examination, he found the act on his part was not so simple and so easy as he had assumed it to be.  His guardians had apportioned to him an allowance in every sense adequate to his position; and there was no doubt, had he wished to exceed it for any legitimate purpose, not the slightest difficulty on their part would have been experienced.

7.¶11	Such a conjuncture had never occurred.  Lothair was profuse, but he was not prodigal.  He gratified all his fancies, but they were not ignoble ones; and he was not only sentimentally, but systematically, charitable.  He had a great number of fine horses, and he had just paid for an expensive yacht.  In a word, he spent a great deal of money, and until he called at his bankers to learn what sums were at his disposition he was not aware that he had overdrawn his account.

7.¶12	This was rather awkward.  Lothair wanted a considerable sum, and he wanted it at once.  Irrespective of the consequent delay, he shrunk from any communication with his guardians.  From his uncle he had become, almost insensibly, estranged, and with his other guardian he had never had the slightest communication.  Under these circumstances he recalled the name of the solicitor of the trustees, between whom and himself there had been occasional correspondence; and, being of a somewhat impetuous disposition, he rode off at once from his hotel to Lincoln's Inn.

7.¶13	Mr. Giles listened to the narrative with unbroken interest and unswerving patience, with his eyes fixed on his client, and occasionally giving a sympathetic nod.

7.¶14	"And so," concluded Lothair, "I thought I would come to you."

7.¶15	"We are honored," said Mr. Giles.  "And, certainly, it is quite absurd that your lordship should want money, and for a worthy purpose, and not be able to command it.  Why! the balance in the name of the trustees never was so great as at this moment; and this very day, or to-morrow at farthest, I shall pay no less than eight-and-thirty thousand pounds timber-money to the account."

7.¶16	"Well, I don't want a fifth of that," said Lothair.

7.¶17	"Your lordship has an objection to apply to the trustees?" inquired Mr. Giles.

7.¶18	"That is the point of the whole of my statement," said Lothair somewhat impatiently.

7.¶19	"And yet it is the right and regular thing," said Mr. Giles.

7.¶20	"It may be right and it may be regular, but it is out of the question."

7.¶21	"Then we will say no more about it.  What I want to prevent," said Mr. Giles, musingly, "is any thing absurd happening.  There is no doubt if your lordship went into the street and said you wanted ten thousand pounds, or a hundred thousand, fifty people would supply you immediately ‑‑ but you would have to pay for it.  Some enormous usury!  That would be bad; but the absurdity of the thing would be greater than the mischief.  Roundells, Giles, and Roundell could not help you in that manner.  That is not our business.  We are glad to find money for our clients at a legal rate of interest, and the most moderate rate feasible.  But then there must be security, and the best security.  But here we must not conceal it from ourselves, my lord, we have no security whatever.  At this moment your lordship has no property.  An insurance-office might do it with a policy.  They might consider that they had a moral security; but still it would be absurd.  There is something absurd in your lordship having to raise money.  Don't you think I could see these people," said Mr. Giles, "and talk to them, and gain a little time?  We only want a little time."

7.¶22	"No," said Lothair, in a peremptory tone.  "I said I would do it, and it must be done, and at once.  Sooner than there should be delay, I would rather go into the street, as you suggest, and ask the first man I met to lend me the money.  My word has been given, and I do not care what I pay to fulfil my word."

7.¶23	"We must not think of such things," said Mr. Giles, shaking his head.  "All I want your lordship to understand is the exact position.  In this case we have no security.  Roundells, Giles, and Roundell cannot move without security.  It would be against our articles of partnership.  But Mr. Giles, as a private individual, may do what he likes.  I will let your lordship have the money, and I will take no security whatever ‑‑ not even a note of hand.  All that I ask for is that your lordship should write me a letter, saying you have urgent need for a sum of money (mentioning amount) for an honorable purpose, in which your feelings are deeply interested ‑‑ and that will do.  If any thing happens to your lordship before this time next year, why, I think the trustees could hardly refuse repaying the money; and if they did, why then," added Mr. Giles, "I suppose it will be all the same a hundred years hence."

7.¶24	"You have conferred on me the greatest obligation," said Lothair, with much earnestness.  "Language cannot express what I feel.  I am not too much used to kindness, and I only hope that I may live to show my sense of yours."

7.¶25	"It is really no great affair, my lord," said Mr. Giles.  "I did not wish to make difficulties, but it was my duty to put the matter clearly before you.  What I propose I could to do is really nothing.  I could do no less; I should have felt quite absurd if your lordship had gone into the money-market."

7.¶26	"I only hope," repeated Lothair, rising and offering Mr. Giles his hand, "that life may give me some occasion to prove my gratitude."

7.¶27	"Well, my lord," replied Mr. Giles, "if your lordship wish to repay me for any little interest I have shown in your affairs, you can do that, over and over again, and at once."

7.¶28	"How so?"

7.¶29	"By a very great favor, by which Mrs. Giles and myself would be deeply gratified.  We have a few friends who honor us by dining with us to-day in Hyde Park Gardens.  If your lordship would add the great distinction your presence ‑‑ "

7.¶30	"I should only be too much honored," exclaimed Lothair: "I suppose about eight," and he left the room; and Mr. Giles telegraphed instantly the impending event to Apollonia.

CHAPTER 8

8.¶1	It was a. great day for Apollonia; not only to have Lothair at her right hand at dinner, but the prospect of receiving a cardinal in the evening.  But she was equal to it; though so engrossed, indeed, in the immediate gratification of her hopes and wishes, that she could scarcely dwell sufficiently on the coming scene of  triumph and social excitement.

8.¶2	The repast was sumptuous; Lothair thought the dinner would never end, there were so many dishes, and apparently all of the highest pretension.  But if his simple tastes had permitted him to take an interest in these details, which, they did not, he would have been assisted by a gorgeous menu of gold and white typography, that was by the side of each guest.  The table seemed literally to groan under vases and gigantic flagons, and, in its midst, rose a mountain of silver, on which apparently all the cardinal virtues, several of the pagan deities, and Britannia herself, illustrated with many lights a glowing inscription, which described the fervent feelings of a grateful client.

8.¶3	There were many guests ‑‑ the Dowager of Farringford, a lady of quality, Apollonia's great lady, who exercised under this roof much social tyranny; in short, was rather fine; but who, on this occasion, was somewhat cowed by the undreamt-of presence of Lothair.  She had not yet met him, and probably never would have met him, had she not had the good fortune of dining at his lawyer's.  However, Lady Farringford was placed a long way from Lothair, having been taken down to dinner by Mr. Giles; and so, by the end of the first course, Lady Farringford had nearly resumed her customary despotic vein, and was beginning to indulge in several kind observations, cheapening to her host and hostess, and indirectly exalting herself; upon which Mr. Giles took an early easy opportunity of apprising Lady Farringford, that she had nearly met Cardinal Grandison at dinner, and that his eminence would certainly pay his respects to Mrs. Putney Giles in the evening.  As Lady Farringford was at present a high ritualist and had even been talked of as "going to Rome," this intelligence was stunning, and it was observed that her ladyship was unusually subdued during the whole of the second course.

8.¶4	On the right of Lothair sat the wife of a vice-chancellor, a quiet and pleasing lady, to whom Lothair, with natural good breeding, paid snatches of happy attention, when he could for a moment with propriety withdraw himself from the blaze of Apollonia's coruscating conversation.  Then there was a rather fierce-looking Red Ribbon, medalled, as well as be-starred, and the Red Ribbon's wife, with a blushing daughter, in spite of, her parentage not yet accustomed to stand fire.  A partner and his unusually numerous family had the pleasure also of seeing Lothair for the first time, and there were no less than four M.P.s, one of whom was even in office.

8.¶5	Apollonia was stating to Lothair, with perspicuity, the reasons which quite induced her to believe that the Gulf-Stream had changed its course, and the political and social consequences that might accrue.

8.¶6	"The religious sentiment of the Southern races must be wonderfully affected by a more rigorous climate," said Apollonia.  "I cannot doubt," she continued, "that a series of severe winters at Rome might put an end to Romanism."

8.¶7	"But is there any fear that a reciprocal influence might be exercised on the Northern nations?" inquired Lothair.  "Would there be any apprehension of our Protestantism becoming proportionately relaxed?"

8.¶8	"Of course not," said Apollonia.  "Truth cannot be affected by climate.  Truth is truth, alike in Palestine and Scandinavia."

8.¶9	"I wonder what the cardinal would think of this," said Lothair, "who, you tell me, is coming to you this evening?"

8.¶10	"Yes, I am most interested to see him, though he is the most puissant of our foes.  Of course he would take refuge in sophistry; and science, you know, they deny."

8.¶11	"Cardinal Grandison is giving some lectures on science," said the vice-chancellor's lady, quietly.

8.¶12	"It is remorse," said Apollonia.  "Their clever men can never forget that unfortunate affair of Galileo, and think they can divert the indignation of the ninteenth century by mock zeal about red sandstone or the origin of species."

8.¶13	"And are you afraid of the Gulf-Stream?" inquired Lothair of his calmer neighbor.

8.¶14	"I think we want more evidence of a change.  The vice-chancellor and myself went down to a place we have near town, on Saturday, where there is a very nice piece of water; indeed, some people call it a lake; but it was quite frozen, and my boys wanted to skate, but that I would not permit."

8.¶15	"You believe in the Gulf-Stream to that extent," said Lothair ‑‑ "no skating."

8.¶16	The cardinal came, early; the ladies had not long left the dining-room.  They were agitated when his name was announced; even Apollonia's heart beat; but then that might be accounted for by the inopportune recollection of an occasional correspondence with Caprera.

8.¶17	Nothing could exceed the simple suavity with which the cardinal appeared, approached, and greeted them.  He thanked Apollonia for her permission to pay his respects to her, which he had long wished to do; and then they were all presented, and he said exactly the right thing to every one.  He must have heard of them all before, or read their characters in their countenances.  In a few minutes they were all listening to his eminence with enchanted ease, as, sitting on the sofa by his hostess, he described to them the ambassadors who had just arrived from Japan, and with whom he had relations of interesting affairs.  The Japanese government had exhibited enlightened kindness to some of his poor people who had barely escaped martyrdom.  Much might be expected from the Mikado, evidently a man of singular penetration and elevated views; and his eminence looked as if the mission of Yokohama would speedily end in an episcopal see; but he knew where he was and studiously avoided all controversial matter.

8.¶18	After all, the Mikado himself was not more remarkable than this prince of the Church in a Tyburnian drawing-room habited in his pink cassock and cape, and waving, as he spoke, with careless grace, his pink barrette.

8.¶19	The ladies thought the gentlemen rejoined them too soon, but Mr. Giles, when he was apprised of the arrival of the cardinal, thought it right to precipitate the symposium.  With great tact, when the cardinal rose to greet him, Mr. Giles withdrew his eminence from those surrounding, and, after a brief interchange of whispered words, quitted him and then brought forward and presented Lothair to the cardinal, and left them.

8.¶20	"This is not the first time that we should have met," said the cardinal, "but my happiness is so great at this moment that, though I deplore, I will not dwell on, the past."

8.¶21	"I am, nevertheless, grateful to you, sir, for many services, and have more than once contemplated taking the liberty of personally assuring your a eminence of my gratitude."

8.¶22	"I think we might sit down," said the cardinal, looking around; and then he led Lothair into an open but interior saloon, where none were yet present, and where they seated themselves on a sofa and were soon engaged in apparently interesting converse.

8.¶23	In the mean time the world gradually filled the principal saloon of Apollonia, and, when it approached overflowing, occasionally some persons passed the line, and entered the room in which the cardinal and his ward were seated, and then, as if conscious of violating some sacred place, drew back. Others, on the contrary, with coarser curiosity, were induced to invade the chamber from the mere fact that the cardinal was to be seen there.

8.¶24	"My geographical instinct," said the cardinal to Lothair, "assures me that I can regain the staircase through these rooms, without rejoining the busy world; so I shall bid you good-night and even presume to give you my blessing;" and his eminence glided away.

8.¶25	When Lothair returned to the saloon it was so crowded that he was not observed; exactly what he liked; and he stood against the wall watching all that passed, not without amusement.  A lively, social parasite, who had dined there, and had thanked his stars at dinner that Fortune had, decreed he should meet Lothair, had been cruising for his prize all the time that Lothair had been conversing with the cardinal and was soon at his side.

8.¶26	"A strange scene this!" said the parasite.

8.¶27	"Is it unusual?" inquired Lothair.

8.¶28	"Such a medley!  How can they can be got together, I marvel ‑‑ priests and philosophers, legitimists, and carbonari!  Wonderful woman, Mrs. Putney Giles!"

8.¶29	"She is very entertaining," said Lothair, "and seems to me clever."

8.¶30	"Remarkably so," said the parasite, who had been on the point of satirizing his hostess, but, observing the quarter of the wind, with rapidity went in for praise.  "An extraordinary woman.  Your lordship had a long talk with the cardinal."

8.¶31	"I had the honor of some conversation with Cardinal Grandison," said Lothair, drawing up.

8.¶32	"I wonder what the cardinal would have said if he had met Mazzini here?"

8.¶33	"Mazzini!  Is he here?"

8.¶34	"Not now; but I have seen him here," said the parasite, "and our host such a Tory!  That makes the thing so amusing;" and then the parasite went on making small personal observations on the surrounding scene, and every now and then telling little tales of great people with whom, it appeared, he was intimate ‑‑ all concerted fire to gain the very great social fortress he was now besieging.  The parasite was so full of himself, and so anxious to display himself to advantage, that with all his practice it was some time before he perceived he did not make all the way he could wish with Lothair; who was courteous, but somewhat monosyllabic and absent.

8.¶35	"Your lordship is struck by that face?" said the parasite.

8.¶36	Was Lothair struck by that face?  And what was it?

8.¶37	He had exchanged glances with that face during the last ten minutes, and the mutual expression was not one of sympathy but curiosity blended, on the part of the face, with an expression, if not of disdain, of extreme reserve.

8.¶38	It was the face of a matron, apparently of not many summers, for her shapely figure was still slender, though her mien was stately.  But it was the countenance that had commanded the attention of Lothair: pale, but perfectly Attic in outline, with the short upper lip and the round chin, and a profusion of dark-chestnut hair bound by a Grecian fillet, and on her brow a star.

8.¶39	"Yes I am struck by that face.  Who is it?"

8.¶40	"If your lordship could only get a five-franc piece of the last French Republic, 1850, you would know.  I dare say the money-changers could get you one.  All the artists of Paris, painters, and sculptors, and medallists, were competing to produce a face worthy of representing 'La République française;' nobody was satisfied, when Oudine caught a girl of not seventeen, and, with a literal reproduction of Nature, gained the prize with unanimity."

8.¶41	"Ah!"

8.¶42	"And, though years have passed, the countenance has not changed; perhaps improved."

8.¶43	"It is a countenance that will bear, perhaps even would require, maturity," said Lothair; "but she is no longer 'La République française;' what is she now?"

8.¶44	"She is called Theodora, though married, I believe, to an Englishman, a friend of Garibaldi.  Her birth unknown; some say an Italian, some a Pole; all sorts of stories.  But she speaks every language, is ultra-cosmopolitan, and has invented a new religion."

8.¶45	"A new religion!"

8.¶46	"Would your lordship care to be introduced to her? I know her enough for that.  Shall we go up to her?"

8.¶47	"I have made so many now acquaintances to-day," said, Lothair, as it were starting from a reverie, "and indeed heard so many new things, that I think I had better say good-night;" and he graciously retired.

CHAPTER 9

9.¶1	About the same time that Lothair had repaired to the residence of Mr. Giles, Monsignore Berwick, whose audience of the cardinal in the morning had preceded that of the legal adviser of the trustees, made his way toward one of the noblest mansions in St. James's Square, where resided Lord St. Jerome.

9.¶2	It was a mild winter evening; a little fog still hanging about, but vanquished by the cheerful lamps, and the voice of the muffin-bell was just heard at intervals; a genial sound that calls up visions of trim and happy hearths.  If we could only so contrive our lives as to go into the country for the first note of the nightingale, and return to town for the first note of the muffin-bell, existence, it is humbly presumed, might be more enjoyable.

9.¶3	Monsignore Berwick was a young man, but looking younger from a countenance almost of childhood; fair, with light-blue eyes, and flaxen hair and delicate features.  He was the last person you would have fixed upon as a born Roman; but Nature, in one of the freaks of race, had resolved that his old Scottish blood should be reasserted, though his: ancestors had sedulously blended it, for, many generations, with that of the princely houses of the eternal city.  The monsignore was the greatest statesman of Rome, formed and favored by Antonelli and probably his successor.

9.¶4	The mansion of Lord St. Jerome was a real family mansion, built by. his ancestors a century and a half ago, when they believed that, from its central position, its happy contiguity to the court, the senate, and the seats of government, they at last, in St. James's Square, had discovered a site which could defy the vicissitudes of fashion, and not share the fate of the river palaces, which they had been obliged in turn to relinquish.  And in a considerable degree they were right in their anticipation; for, although they have somewhat unwisely, permitted the clubs to invade too successfully their territory, St. James's Square may be looked upon as our Faubourg St. Germain, and a great patrician residing there dwells in the heart of that free and noble life of which he ought to be a part.

9.¶5	A marble hall and a marble staircase, lofty chambers with silk or tapestried hangings, gilded cornices, and painted ceilings, gave a glimpse of almost Venetian splendor, and rare in our metropolitan houses of this age; but the first dwellers in St. James's Square had tender and inspiring recollections of the Adrian bride, had frolicked in St. Mark's, and glided in adventurous gondolas.  The monsignore was ushered into a chamber bright with lights and a blazing fire, and welcomed with extreme cordiality by his hostess, who was then alone.  Lady St. Jerome was still the young wife of a nobleman not old.  She was the daughter of a Protestant house, but, during a residence at Rome after her marriage, she had reverted to the ancient faith, which she professed with the enthusiastic convictions of a convert.  Her whole life was dedicated to the triumph of the Catholic cause; and, being a woman of considerable intelligence and of an ardent mind, she had become a recognized power in the great confederacy which has so much influenced the human race, and which has yet to play perhaps a mighty part in the fortunes of the world.

9.¶6	"I was in great hopes that the cardinal would have met you at dinner," said Lady St. Jerome, "but he wrote only this afternoon to say unexpected business would prevent him, but he would be here in the evening, though late."

9.¶7	"It must be something sudden, for I was with his eminence this morning, and he then contemplated our meeting here."

9.¶8	"Nothing from abroad?"

9.¶9	"I should think not, or it would be known to me.  There is nothing new from abroad this afternoon: my time has been spent in writing, not receiving, dispatches."

9.¶10	"And all well, I hope?"

9.¶11	"This Scotch business plagues us.  So far as Scotland is concerned, it is quite ripe; but the cardinal counsels delay on account of this country, and he has such a consummate knowledge of England, that ‑‑ "

9.¶12	At this moment Lord St Jerome entered the room ‑‑ a grave but gracious personage, polished but looking silent, though he immediately turned the conversation to the weather.  The monsignore began denouncing English fogs; but Lord St. Jerome maintained that, on the whole, there were not more fogs in England than in any other country; "and as for the French," he added, "I like their audacity, for, when they revolutionized the calendar, they called one of their months Brumaire."

9.¶13	Then came in one of his lordships chaplains, who saluted the monsignore with reverence, and immediately afterward a beautiful young lady, his niece, Clare Arundel.

9.¶14	The family were living in a convenient suite of small rooms on the ground-floor, called the winter-rooms so dinner was announced by the doors of an adjoining chamber being thrown open, and there they saw, in the midst of a chamber hung with green silk and adorned with some fine cabinet-pictures, a small round table, bright and glowing.

9.¶15	It was a lively dinner.  Lord St. Jerome loved conversation, though he never conversed.  "There must be an audience," he would say, "and I am the audience."  The partner of his life, whom he never ceased admiring, had originally fascinated him by her conversational talents; and, even if Nature had not impelled her, Lady St. Jerome was too wise a woman to relinquish the spell.  The monsignore could always, when necessary, sparkle with anecdote or blaze with repartee; and all the chaplains, who abounded in this house, were men of bright abilities, not merely men of reading, but of the world, learned in the world's ways, and trained to govern mankind by versatility of their sympathies.  It was a dinner where there could not be two conversations going on, and where even the silent take their share in the talk by their sympathy.

9.¶16	And among the silent, as silent even as Lord St. Jerome, was Miss Arundel; and yet her large violet eyes, darker even than her dark-brown hair, and gleaming with intelligence, and her rich face mantling with emotion, proved she was not insensible to the witty passages and the bright and interesting narratives that were sparkling and flowing about her.

9.¶17	The gentlemen left the dining-room with the ladies, in the Continental manner.  Lady St. Jerome, who was leaning on the arm of the monsignore, guided him into a saloon farther than the one they had reentered, and then seating herself said, "You were telling me about Scotland, that you yourself thought it ripe."

9.¶18	"Unquestionably.  The original plan was to have established our hierarchy when the Kirk split up; but that would have been a mistake, it was not then ripe.  There would have been a fanatical reaction.  There is always a tendency that way in Scotland: as it is, at this moment, the Establishment and the Free Kirk are mutually sighing for some compromise which may bring them together and, if the proprietors would give up their petty patronage, some flatter themselves it might be arranged.  But we are thoroughly well informed, and have provided for all this.  We sent two of our best men into Scotland some time ago, and they have invented a new church, called the United Presbyterians.  John Knox himself was never more violent, or more mischievous.  The United Presbyterians will do the business: they will render Scotland simply impossible to live in; and then, when the crisis arrives, the distracted and despairing millions will find refuge in the bosom of their only mother.  That is why, at home, we wanted no delay in the publication of the bull and the establishment of the hierarchy."

9.¶19	"But the cardinal says no?"

9.¶20	"And must be followed.  For these islands he has no equal.  He wishes great reserve at present.  Affairs here are progressing, gradually but surely.  But it is Ireland where matters are critical, or will be soon."

9.¶21	"Ireland!  I thought there was a sort of understanding there ‑‑ at least for the present."

9.¶22	The monsignore shook his head.  "What do you think of an American invasion of Ireland?"

9.¶23	"An American invasion!"

9.¶24	"Even so; nothing more probable, and nothing more to be deprecated by us.  Now that the civil war in America is over, the Irish soldiery are resolved to employ their experience and their weapons in their own land; but they have no thought for the interest of the Holy See, or the welfare of our holy religion.  Their secret organization is tampering with the people and tampering with the priests.  The difficulty of Ireland is that the priests and the people will consider every thing in a purely Irish point of view.  To gain some local object, they will encourage the principles of the most lawless liberalism, which naturally land them in Fenianism and atheism.  And the danger is not foreseen, because the Irish political object of the moment is alone looked to."

9.¶25	"But surely they can be guided?"

9.¶26	"We want a statesman in Ireland.  We have never been able to find one; we want a man like the cardinal.  But the Irish will have a native for their chief.  We caught Churchill young, and educated him in the Propaganda; but he has disappointed us.  At first all seemed well; he was reserved and austere; and we heard with satisfaction that he was unpopular.  But, now that critical times are arriving, his peasant-blood cannot resist the contagion.  He proclaims the absolute equality of all religious, and of the power of the state to confiscate ecclesiastical property, and not restore it to us, but alienate it forever.  For the chance of subverting the Anglican Establishment, he is favoring a policy which will subvert religion itself.  In his eagerness he cannot see that the Anglicans have only a lease of our property, a lease which is rapidly expiring."

9.¶27	"This is sad."

9.¶28	"It is perilous, and difficult to deal with.  But it must be dealt with.  The problem is to suppress Fenianism, and not to strengthen the Protestant confederacy."

9.¶29	"And you left Rome for this?  We understood you were coming for something else," said Lady St. Jerome, in a significant tone.

9.¶30	"Yes, yes, I have been there, and I have seen him."

9.¶31	"And have you succeeded?"

9.¶32	"No; and no one will ‑‑ at least at present."

9.¶33	"Is all lost, then?  Is the Malta scheme again on the carpet?"

9.¶34	"Our Holy Church in built upon a rock," said the monsignore, "but not upon the rock of Malta. Nothing is lost; Antonelli is calm and sanguine, though, rest assured, there is no doubt about what I tell you.  France has washed her hands of us."

9.¶35	"Where, then, are we to look for aid?" exclaimed Lady St. Jerome, "against the assassins and atheists?  Austria, the alternative ally, is no longer near you; and if she were ‑‑ that I should ever live to say it ‑‑ even Austria is our foe."

9.¶36	"Poor Austria!" said the monsignore with an unctuous sneer. "Two things made her a nation; she was German and she was Catholic, and now she is neither."

9.¶37	"But you alarm me, my dear lord, with your terrible news.  We once thought that Spain would be our protector, but we hear bad news from Spain."

9.¶38	"Yes," said the monsignore, "I think it highly probable that, before a few years have elapsed, every government in Europe will be atheistical except France.  Vanity will always keep France the eldest son of the Church, even if she wear a bonnet rouge.  But, if the Holy Father keep Rome, these strange changes will only make the occupier of the chair of St. Peter more powerful.  His subjects will be In every clime and every country, and then they will be only his subjects.  We shall get rid of the difficulty of the divided allegiance, Lady St. Jerome, which plagued our poor forefathers so much."

9.¶39	"If we keep Rome," said Lady St. Jerome.

9.¶40	"And we shall.  Let Christendom give us her prayers for the next few years, and Pio Nono will become the most powerful monarch In Europe, and perhaps the only one."

9.¶41	"I hear a sound," exclaimed Lady St. Jerome. "Yes! the cardinal has come.  Let us greet him."

9.¶42	But as they were approaching the saloon the cardinal met them, and waved them back.  "We will return," he said, "to our friends immediately, but I want to say one word to you both."

9.¶43	He made them sit down.  "I am a little restless," he said, and stood before the fire.  "Something interesting has happened; nothing to do with public affairs.  Do not pitch your expectations too high ‑‑ but still of importance, and certainly of great interest ‑‑ at least to me. I have seen my child ‑‑ my ward."

9.¶44	"Indeed an event!" said Lady St. Jerome, evidently much interested.

9.¶45	"And what is he like?" inquired the monsignore.

9.¶46	"All that one could wish.  Extremely good-looking, highly bred, and most ingenuous; a considerable intelligence, and not untrained; but the most absolutely unaffected person I ever encountered."

9.¶47	"Ah! if he had been trained by your eminence," sighed Lady St. Jerome.  "Is it too late?"

9.¶48	"'Tis an immense position," murmured Berwick.

9.¶49	"What good might he not do?" said Lady St. Jerome; "and if he be so ingenuous, it seems impossible that he can resist the truth."

9.¶50	"Your ladyship is a sort of cousin of his," said the cardinal, musingly.

9.¶51	"Yes; but very remote.  I dare say he would not acknowledge the tie.  But we are kin; we have the same blood in our veins."

9.¶52	"You should make his acquaintance," said the cardinal.

9.¶53	"I more than desire it.  I hear he has been terribly neglected, brought up among the most dreadful people, entirely infidels and fanatics."

9.¶54	"He has been nearly two years at Oxford," said the cardinal.  "That may have mitigated the evil."

9.¶55	"Ah! but you, my lord cardinal, you must interfere.  Now that you at last know him, you must undertake the great task; you must save him."

9.¶56	"We must all pray, as I pray every morn and every night," said the cardinal, "for the conversion of England."

9.¶57	"Or the conquest," murmured Berwick.

CHAPTER 10

10.¶1	As the cardinal was regaining his carriage on leaving Mrs. Giles's party, there was, about the entrance of the house, the usual gathering under such circumstances; some zealous linkboys marvellously familiar with London life, and some midnight loungers, who thus take their humble share of the social excitement, and their happy chance of becoming acquainted with some of the notables of the wondrous world of which they form the base.  This little gathering, ranged at the instant into stricter order by the police to facilitate the passage of his eminence, prevented the progress of a passenger, who exclaimed in an audible, but not noisy voice, as if, he were ejaculating to himself, "À bas les prétres!"

10.¶2	This exclamation, unintelligible to the populace, was noticed only by the only person who understood it.  The cardinal, astonished at the unusual sound ‑‑ for, hitherto, he had always found the outer world of London civil; or at least indifferent ‑‑ threw his penetrating glance at the passenger, and caught clearly the visage on which the lamplight fully shone.  It was a square, sinewy face, closely shaven, with the exception of a small but thick mustache, brown as the well-cropped hair, and blending with the hazel eye; a calm, but determined countenance; clearly not that of an Englishman, for he wore ear-rings.

10.¶3	The carriage drove off, and the passenger, somewhat forcing his way through the clustering group, continued his course until he reached the cab-stand near the Marble Arch, when he engaged a vehicle and ordered to be driven to Leicester Square.  That quarter of the town exhibits an animated scene toward the witching hour; many lights and much population, illuminated coffee-houses, the stir of a large theatre, bands of music in the open air, and other sounds, most of them gay, and some festive.  The stranger, whose compact figure was shrouded by a long fur cape, had not the appearance of being influenced by the temptation of amusement.  As he stopped in the square and looked around him, the expression of his countenance was moody, perhaps even anxious.  He seemed to be making observations on the locality, and, after a few minutes, crossed the open space and turned up into a small street which opened into the square.  In this street was a coffee-house of some pretension, connected indeed with an hotel, which had been formed out of two houses, and therefore possessed no inconsiderable accommodation.

10.¶4	The coffee-room was capacious, and adorned in a manner which intimated it was not kept by an Englishman, or much used by Englishmen.  The walls were painted in frescoed arabesques.  There were many guests, principally seated at small tables of marble, and on benches and chairs covered with a coarse crimson velvet.  Some were sipping coffee, some were drinking wine, others were smoking or playing dominoes, or doing both; while many were engaged in reading the foreign journals which abounded.

10.¶5	An ever-vigilant waiter was at the side of the stranger the instant he entered, and wished to know his pleasure.  The stranger was examining with his keen eye every individual in the room while this question was asked and repeated.

10.¶6	"What would I wish?" said the stranger, having concluded his inspection, and as it were summoning back his recollection.  "I would wish to see, and at once, one Mr. Perroni, who, I believe, lives here."

10.¶7	"Why, 'tis the master!" exclaimed the waiter.

10.¶8	"Well, then, go and tell the master that I want him."

10.¶9	"But the master is much engaged," said the waiter, “ ‑‑ particularly."

10.¶10	"I dare say; but you will go and tell him that I particularly want to see him."

10.¶11	The waiter, though prepared to be impertinent to any one else, felt that one was speaking to him who must be obeyed, and, with a subdued, but hesitating manner, said, "There is a meeting to-night up-stairs, where the master is secretary, and it is difficult to see him; but, if I could see him, what name am I to give?"

10.¶12	"You will go to him instantly," said the stranger, "and you will tell him that he is wanted by Captain Bruges."

10.¶13	The waiter was not long absent, and returning with an obsequious bow, he invited the stranger to follow him to a private room, where he was alone only for a few seconds, for the door opened and he was joined by Perroni.

10.¶14	"Ah! my general," exclaimed the master of the coffee-house, and he kissed the stranger's hand.  "You received my telegram?"

10.¶15	"I am here.  Now what is your business?"

10.¶16	"There is business, and great business, if you will do it; business for you."

10.¶17	"Well, I am a soldier, and soldiering is my trade, and I do not much care what I do in that way, provided it is not against the good cause.  But I must tell you at once, friend Perroni, I am not a man who will take a leap in the dark.  I must form my own staff, and I must have my commissariat secure."

10.¶18	"My general, you will be master of your own terms.  The Standing Committee of the Holy Alliance of Peoples are sitting upstairs at this moment.  They were unanimous in sending for you.  See them; judge for yourself; and, rest assured, you will be satisfied."

10.¶19	"I do not much like having to do with committees," said the general.  "However, let it be as you like ‑‑ I will see them."

10.¶20	"I had better just announce your arrival," said Perroni.  "And will you not take something, my general after your travel you must be wearied."

10.¶21	"A glass of sugar-and-water.  You know, I am not easily tired.  And, I agree with you, it is better to come to business at once: so prepare them."

CHAPTER 11

11.¶1	The Standing Committee of the Holy Alliance of Peoples all rose, although they were extreme republicans, when the general entered.  Such is the magical influence of a man of action over men of the pen an the tongue.  Had it been, instead of a successful military leader, an orator that had inspired Europe, or a journalist who had rights of the human race, the Standing Committee would have only seen men of their own kidney, who, having been favored with happier opportunities than themselves, had reaped a harvest which, equally favored, they might here have garnered.

11.¶2	"General," said Felix Drolin, the president, who was looked upon by the brotherhood as a statesman, for he had been in his time, a member of a provisional government, "this seat is for you," and he pointed to one on his right hand.  "You are ever welcome; and I hope you bring good tidings, and good fortune."

11.¶3	"I am glad to be among my friends, and I may say," looking around, "my comrades.  I hope I may bring you better fortune than my tidings."

11.¶4	"But now they have left Rome," said the president, "every day we expect good news."

11.¶5	"Ay, ay! he has left Rome, but he has not left Rome with the door open.  I hope it is not on such gossip you have sent for me.  You have something on hand.  What is it?"

11.¶6	"You shall hear it from the fountain-head," said the president, "fresh from New York," and he pointed to an individual seated in the centre of the table.

11.¶7	"Ah! Colonel Finucane," said the general, "I have not forgotten James River. You did that well.  What is the trick now?"

11.¶8	Whereupon a tall, lean man, with a decided brogue, but speaking through his nose, rose from his seat and informed the general that the Irish people were organized and ready to rise; that they had sent their deputies to New York; all they wanted were arms and officers; that the American brethren had agreed to supply them with both, and amply; and that considerable subscriptions were raising for other purposes.  What they now required was a commander-in-chief equal to the occasion, and in whom all would have confidence; and therefore they had telegraphed for the general.

11.¶9	"I doubt not our friends over the water would send us plenty of rifles," said the general, "if we could only manage to land them; and, I think, I know men now in the States from whom I could form a good staff; but how about the people of Ireland?  What evidence have we that they will rise, if we land?"

11.¶10	"The best," said the president.  "We have a head-centre here, Citizen Desmond, who will give you the most recent and the most authentic intelligence on that head."

11.¶11	"The whole country is organized," said the head-centre; "we could put three hundred thousand men in the field at any time in a fortnight.  The movement is not sectarian; it pervades all classes and all creeds.  All that we want are officers and arms."

11.¶12	"Hem!" said the general; "and as to your other supplies?  Any scheme of commissariat?"

11.¶13	"There will be no lack of means," replied the head-centre.  "There is no country where so much money is hoarded as in Ireland.  But, depend upon it, so far as the commissariat is concerned, the movement will be self-supporting."

11.¶14	"Well, we shall see," said, the general; "I am sorry it is an Irish affair, though, to be sure, what else could it be?  I am not fond of Irish affairs: whatever may be said, and however plausible things may look, in an Irish business there is always a priest at the bottom of it.  I hate priests.  By-the-by, I was stopped on my way here by a cardinal getting into his carriage.  I thought I had burnt all those vehicles when I was at Rome with Garibaldi in '48.  A cardinal in his carriage!  I had no idea you permitted that sort of cattle in London."

11.¶15	"London is a roost for every bird," said Felix Drolin.

11.¶16	"Very few of the priests favor this movement," said Desmond.

11.¶17	"Then you have a great power against you," said the general, in "addition to England."

11.¶18	"They are not exactly against; the bulk of them are too national for that; but Rome does not sanction ‑‑ you understand?"

11.¶19	"I understand enough," said the general, "to see that we must not act with precipitation.  An Irish business is a thing to be turned over several times."

11.¶20	"But yet," said a Pole, "what hope for humanity except from the rising of an oppressed nationality?  We have offered ourselves on the altar, and in vain!  Greece is too small, and Roumania ‑‑ though both of them are ready to do any thing; but they would be the mere tools of Russia.  Ireland alone remains, and she is at our feet."

11.¶21	"The peoples will never succeed until they have a fleet," said a German.  "Then you could land as many rifles as you like, or any thing else.  To have a fleet we rose against Denmark in my country, but we have been betrayed.  Nevertheless, Germany will yet be united, and she can only be united as a republic.  Then she will be the mistress of the seas."

11.¶22	"That is the mission of Italy," said Perroni.  "Italy ‑‑ with the traditions of Genoa, Venice, Pisa ‑‑ Italy is plainly indicated as the future mistress of the seas."

11.¶23	"I beg your pardon," said the German; "the future mistress of the sees is the land of the Viking.  It is the forests of the Baltic that will build the Best of the future.  You have no timber in Italy."

11.¶24	"Timber is no longer wanted," said Perroni.  "Nor do I know of what will be formed the fleets of the future.  But the sovereignty of the seas depends upon seamen, and the nautical genius of the Italians ‑‑ "

11.¶25	"Comrades," said the general, "we have discussed to-night a great subject.  For my part I have travelled rather briskly, as you wished it.  I should like to sleep on this affair."

11.¶26	"'Tis most reasonable," said the president.  "Our refreshment at council is very spare," he continued, and he pointed to a vase of water and some glasses ranged round it in the middle of the table; "but we always drink one toast, general, before we separate.  It is to one whom you love, and whom you have served well.  Fill glasses, brethren and now 'TO MARY-ANNE.'"

11.¶27	If they had been inspired by the grape, nothing could be more animated and even excited than all their countenances suddenly became.  The cheer might have been heard in the coffee-room, as they expressed, in the phrases of many languages, the never-failing and never-flagging enthusiasm invoked by the toast of their mistress.

CHAPTER 12

12.¶1	"Did you read that paragraph, mamma?" inquired Lady Corisande of the duchess, in a tone of some seriousness.

12.¶2	"I did."

12.¶3	"And what did yon think of it?"

12.¶4	"It filled me with so much amazement that I have hardly begun to think."

12.¶5	"And Bertram never gave a hint of such things!"

12.¶6	"Let us believe they are quite untrue."

12.¶7	"I hope Bertram is in no danger," said his sister.

12.¶8	"Heaven forbid!" exclaimed the mother, with unaffected alarm.

12.¶9	"I know not how it is," said Lady Corisande, "but I frequently feel that some great woe is hanging over our country."

12.¶10	"You must dismiss such thoughts, my child; they are fanciful."

12.¶11	"But they will come, and when least expected ‑‑ frequently in church, but also in the sunshine; and when I am riding too, when, once, every thing seemed gay.  But now I often think of strife, and struggle, and war ‑‑ civil war: the stir of our cavalcade seems like the tramp of cavalry."

12.¶12	"You indulge your imagination too much, dear Corisande. When you return to London, and enter the world, these anxious thoughts will fly."

12.¶13	"Is it imagination?  I should rather have doubted my being of an imaginative nature.  It seems to me that I am rather literal.  But I cannot help hearing and reading things, and observing things, and they fill me with disquietude.  All seems doubt and change, when it would appear that we require both faith and firmness."

12.¶14	"The duke is not alarmed about affairs," said his wife.

12.¶15	"And, if all did their duty like papa, there might be less, or no cause," said Corisande.  "But, when I hear of young nobles, the natural leaders of the land, going over to the Roman Catholic Church, l confess I lose heart and patience.  It seems so unpatriotic, so effeminate."

12.¶16	"It may not be true," said the duchess.

12.¶17	"It may not be true of him, but it is true of others," said Lady Corisande.  "And why should he escape?  He is very young, rather friendless, and surrounded by wily persons.  I am disappointed about Bertram too.  He ought to have prevented this, if it be true.  Bertram seemed to me to have such excellent principles, and so completely to feel that he was born to maintain the great country which his ancestors created, that I indulged in dreams.  I suppose you are right, mamma; I suppose I am imaginative without knowing it; but I have, always thought, and hoped, that when the troubles came the country might, perhaps, rally round Bertram."

12.¶18	"I wish to see Bertram in Parliament," said the duchess.  "That will be the best thing for him.  The duke has some plans."

12.¶19	This conversation had been occasioned by a paragraph in the Morning Post, circulating a rumor that a young noble, obviously Lothair, on the impending completion of his minority, was about to enter the Roman Church.  The duchess and her daughter were sitting in a chamber of their northern castle, and speculating on their return to London, which was to take place after the Easter which had just arrived.  It was an important social season for Corisande, for she was to be formally introduced into the great world, and to be presented at court.

12.¶20	In the mean while, was there any truth in the report about Lothair?

12.¶21	After their meeting at their lawyer's, a certain intimacy had occurred between the cardinal and his ward.  They met again immediately and frequently, and their mutual feelings were cordial.  The manners of his eminence were refined and affectionate; his conversational powers were distinguished; there was not a subject on which his mind did not teem with interesting suggestions; his easy knowledge seemed always ready and always full; and whether it were art, or letters, or manners, or even political affairs, Lothair seemed to listen to one of the wisest, most enlightened, and most agreeable of men.  There was only one subject on which his eminence seemed scrupulous never to touch, and that was religion; or so indirectly, that it was only when alone that Lothair frequently found himself musing over the happy influence on the arts, and morals, and happiness of mankind ‑‑ of the Church.

12.¶22	In due time, not too soon, but when he was attuned to the initiation, the cardinal presented Lothair to Lady St. Jerome.  The impassioned eloquence of that lady germinated the seed which the cardinal had seemed so carelessly to scatter.  She was a woman to inspire crusaders.  Not that she ever: condescended to vindicate her own particular faith, or spoke as if she were conscious that Lothair did not possess it.  Assuming that religion was true, for otherwise man would be in a more degraded position than the beasts of the field, which are not aware of their own wretchedness, then religion should be the principal occupation of man, to which all other pursuits should be subservient.  The doom of eternity, and the fortunes of life, cannot be placed in competition.  Our days should be pure, and holy, and heroic ‑‑ full of noble thoughts and solemn sacrifice.  Providence, in its wisdom, had decreed that the world should be divided between the faithful and atheists; the latter even seemed to predominate.  There was no doubt that, if they prevailed, all that elevated man would become extinct.  It was a great trial; but happy was the man who was privileged even to endure the awful test.  It might develop the highest qualities and the most sublime conduct.  If he were equal to the occasion, and could control and even subdue these sons of Korah, he would rank with Michael the Archangel.

12.¶23	This was the text on which frequent discourses were delivered to Lothair, and to which he listened at first with eager, and soon with enraptured attention.  The priestess was worthy of the shrine.  Few persons were ever gifted with more natural eloquence: a command of language, choice without being pedantic; beautiful hands that fluttered with irresistible grace; flashing eyes and a voice of melody.

12.¶24	Lothair began to examine himself, and to ascertain whether he possessed the necessary qualities, and was capable of sublime conduct.  His natural modesty and his strong religious feeling struggled together.  He feared he was not an archangel, and yet he longed to struggle with the powers of darkness.

12.¶25	One day he ventured to express to Miss Arundel a somewhat hopeful view of the future, but Miss Arundel shook her head.

12.¶26	"I do not agree with my aunt, at least as regards this country," said Miss Arundel; "I think our sins are too great.  We left His Church, and God is now leaving us."

12.¶27	Lothair looked grave, but was silent.

12.¶28	Weeks had passed since his introduction to the family of Lord St. Jerome, and it was remarkable how large a portion of his subsequent time had passed under that roof.  At first there were few persons in town, and really of these Lothair knew none; and then the house in St. James's Square was not only an interesting but it was an agreeable house.  All Lady St. Jerome's family connections were persons of much fashion, so there was more variety and entertainment than sometimes are to be found under a Roman Catholic roof.  Lady St. Jerome was at home every evening before Easter.  Few dames can venture successfully on so decided a step; but her saloons were always attended, and by "nice people."  Occasionally the cardinal stepped in, and, to a certain degree, the saloon was the rendezvous of the Catholic party; but it was also generally social and distinguished.  Many bright dames and damsels, and many influential men, were there, who little deemed that deep and daring thoughts were there masked by many a gracious countenance.  The social atmosphere infinitely pleased Lothair.  The mixture of solemn duty and graceful diversion, high purposes and charming manners, seemed to realize some youthful dreams of elegant existence.  All, too, was enhanced by the historic character of the roof and by the recollection that their mutual ancestors, as Clare Arundel more than once intimated to him, had created England.  Having had so many pleasant dinners in St. James's Square, and spent there so many evening hours, it was not wonderful that Lothair had accepted an invitation from Lord St. Jerome to pass Easter at his country-seat.

CHAPTER 13

13.¶1	Vauxe, the seat of the St. Jeromes, was the finest specimen of the old English residence extant.  It was the perfection of the style, which had gradually arisen after the Wars of the Roses had alike destroyed all the castles and the purpose of those stern erections.  People said Vauxe looked like a college: the truth is, colleges looked like Vauxe, for, when those fair and civil buildings rose, the wise and liberal spirits who endowed them intended that they should resemble, as much as possible, the residence of a great noble.

13.¶2	There were two quadrangles at Vauxe of gray-stone; the outer one of larger dimensions and much covered with ivy; the inner one not so extensive, but more ornate, with a lofty tower, a hall, and a chapel.  The house was full of galleries, and they were full of portraits.  Indeed there was scarcely a chamber in this vast edifice of which the walls were not breathing with English history in this interesting form.  Sometimes more ideal art asserted a triumphant claim ‑‑ transcendental Holy Families, seraphic saints, and gorgeous scenes by Tintoret and Paul of Verona.

13.¶3	The furniture of the house seemed never to have been changed.  It was very old, somewhat scanty, but very rich ‑‑ tapestry and velvet hangings, marvellous cabinets, and crystal girandoles.  Here and there a group of ancient plate; ewers and flagons and tall salt-cellars, a foot high and richly chiselled; sometimes a state bed shadowed with a huge pomp of stiff brocade and borne by silver poles.

13.¶4	Vauxe stood in a large park, studded with stately trees; here and there an avenue of Spanish chestnuts or a grove of oaks; sometimes a gorsy dell, and sometimes a so great spread of antlered fern, taller than the tallest man.

13.¶5	It was only twenty miles from town, and Lord St. Jerome drove Lothair down; the last ten miles through a pretty land, which, at the right season, would have been bright with orchards, oak-woods, and hop-gardens.  Lord St. Jerome loved horses, and was an eminent whip.  He had driven four-in-hand when a boy, and he went on driving four-in-hand; not because it was the fashion, but because he loved it.  Toward the close of Lent, Lady St. Jerome and Clare Arundel had been at a convent in retreat, but they always passed Holy Week at home, and they were to welcome Lord St. Jerome again at Vauxe.

13.¶6	The day was bright, the mode of movement exhilarating, all the anticipated incidents delightful, and Lothair felt the happiness of health and youth.

13.¶7	"There is Vauxe," said Lord St. Jerome, in a tone of proud humility, as a turn in the road first displayed the stately pile.

13.¶8	"How beautiful!" said Lothair.  "Ah! our ancestors understood the country."

13.¶9	"I used to think when I was a boy," said Lord St. Jerome, "that I lived in the prettiest village in the world; but these railroads have so changed every thing that Vauxe seems to me now only a second town-house."

13.¶10	The ladies were in a garden, where they were consulting with the gardener and Father Coleman about the shape of some new beds, for the critical hour of filling them was approaching.  The gardener, like all head-gardeners, was opinionated.  Living always at Vauxe, he had come to believe that the gardens belonged to him, and that the family were only occasional visitors; and he treated them accordingly.  The lively and impetuous Lady St. Jerome had a thousand bright fancies, but her morose attendant never indulged them.  She used to deplore his tyranny with piteous playfulness.  "I suppose," she would say, "it is useless to resist, for I observe 'tis the same everywhere.  Lady Roehampton says she never has her way with her gardens.  It is no use speaking to Lord St. Jerome, for, though he is afraid of nothing else, I am sure he is afraid of Hawkins."

13.¶11	The only way that Lady St. Jerome could manage Hawkins was through Father Coleman.  Father Coleman, who knew every thing, knew a great deal about gardens; from the days of Le Notre to those of the fine gentlemen who now travel about, and when disengaged deign to give us advice.

13.¶12	Father Coleman had only just entered middle-age, was imperturbable and mild in his manner.  He passed his life very much at Vauxe, and imparted a great deal of knowledge to Mr. Hawkins without apparently being conscious of so doing.  At the bottom of his mind, Mr. Hawkins felt assured that he had gained several distinguished prizes, mainly through the hints and guidance of Father Coleman; and thus, though on the surface, a little surly, he was ruled by Father Coleman, under the combined influence of self-interest and superior knowledge.

13.¶13	"You find us in a garden without flowers," said Lady St. Jerome; "but the sun, I think, alway loves these golden yews."

13.¶14	"These are for you, dear uncle," said Clare Arundel, as she gave him a rich cluster of violets. "Just now the woods are more fragrant than the gardens, and these are the produce of our morning walk.  I could have brought you some primroses, but I do not like to mix violets with any thing."

13.¶15	"They say primroses make a capital salad," said Lord St. Jerome.

13.¶16	"Barbarian!" exclaimed Lady St. Jerome.  "I see you want luncheon; it must, be ready;" and she took Lothair's arm.  "I will show you a portrait of one of your ancestors," she said; "he married an Arundel."

CHAPTER 14

14.¶1	"Now, you know," said Lady St. Jerome to Lothair in a hushed voice, as they sat together in the evening, "you are to be quite free here; to do exactly what you like; and we shall follow our ways.  If you like to have a clergyman of your own Church visit you while you are with us, pray say so without the slightest scruple.  We have an excellent gentleman in this parish; he often dines here; and I am sure he would be most happy to attend you.  I know that Holy Week is not wholly disregarded by some of the Anglicans."

14.¶2	"It is the anniversary of the greatest event of time," said Lothair; "and I should be sorry if any of my Church did not entirely regard it, though they may show that regard in a way different from your own."

14.¶3	"Yes, yes," murmured Lady St. Jerome; "there should be no difference between our Churches, if things were only properly understood.  I would accept all who really bow to the name of Christ; they will come to the Church at last; they must.  It is the atheists alone, I fear, who are now carrying every thing before them, and against whom there is no comfort, except the rock of St. Peter."

14.¶4	Miss Arundel crossed the room, whispered something to her aunt, and touched her forehead with her lips, and then left the apartment.

14.¶5	"We must soon separate, I fear," said Lady St. Jerome; "we have an office to-night of great moment; the Tenebræ commence to-night.  You have, I think, nothing like it; but you have services throughout this week."

14.¶6	"I am sorry to say I have not attended them," said Lothair.  "I did at Oxford; but I don't know how it is, but in London there seems no religion.  And yet, as you sometimes say, religion is the great business of life; I sometimes begin to think the only business."

14.¶7	"Yes, yes," said Lady St. Jerome, with much interest, "if you believe that you are safe.  I wish you had a clergyman near you while you are here.  See Mr. Claughton, if you like; I would; and, if you do not, there is Father Coleman.  l cannot convey to you how satisfactory conversation is with him on religious matters.  He is the holiest of men, and yet he is a man of the world; he will not invite you into any controversies.  He will speak with you only on points on which we agree.  You know there are many points on which we agree?"

14.¶8	"Happily," said Lothair.  "And now about the office to-night: tell me about these Tenebræ.  Is there any thing in the Tenebræ why I ought not to be present?"

14.¶9	"No reason whatever; not a dogma which you do not believe; not a ceremony of which you cannot approve.  There are Psalms, at the end of which a light on the altar is extinguished.  There is the Song of Moses, the Canticle of Zachary, the Miserere ‑‑ which is the 50th Psalm you read and chant regularly in your church ‑‑ the Lord's Prayer in silence; and then all is darkness and distress ‑‑ what the Church was when our Lord suffered, what the whole world is now except His Church."

14.¶10	"If you will permit me," said Lothair, "I will accompany you to the Tenebræ."

14.¶11	Although the chapel at Vauxe was, of course, a, private chapel, it was open to the surrounding public, who eagerly availed themselves of a permission alike politic and gracious.

14.¶12	Nor was that remarkable.  Manifold art had combined to create this exquisite temple, and to guide all its ministrations.  But to-night it was not the radiant altar and the splendor of stately priests, the processions and the incense, the divine choir and the celestial harmonies resounding lingering in arched roofs, that attracted many a neighbor.  The altar was desolate, the choir was dumb; and while the services proceeded in hushed tones of subdued sorrow, and sometimes even of suppressed anguish, gradually, with each psalm and canticle, a light of the altar was extinguished, till at length the Miserere was muttered, and all became darkness.  A sound as of a distant and rising wind was heard, and a crash, as it were the fall of trees in a storm.  The earth is covered with darkness, and the veil of the temple is rent.  But just at this moment of extreme woe, when all human voices are silent, and when it is forbidden even to breathe "Amen" ‑‑ when every thing is symbolical of the confusion and despair of the Church at the loss of her expiring Lord ‑‑ a priest brings forth a concealed light of silvery flame from a corner of the altar.  This is the light of the world, and announced the resurrection, and then all rise up and depart in silence.

14.¶13	As Lothair rose, Miss Arundel passed him with streaming eyes.

14.¶14	"There is nothing in this holy office," said Father Coleman to Lothair, "to which every real Christian might not give his assent."

14.¶15	"Nothing," said Lothair, with great decision.

CHAPTER 15

15.¶1	There were Tenebræ on the following days, Maundy Thursday and Good Friday, and Lothair was present on both occasions.

15.¶2	"There is also a great office on Friday," said Father Coleman to Lothair, "which perhaps you would not like to attend ‑‑ the mass of the pre-sanctified.  We bring back the blessed sacrament to the desolate altar, and unveil the cross.  It is one of our highest ceremonies, the adoration of the cross, which the Protestants persist in calling idolatry, though I presume they will give us leave to know the meaning of our own words and actions, and hope they will believe us when we tell them that our genuflexions and kissing of the cross are no more than exterior expressions of that love which we bear in our hearts to Jesus crucified; and that the words adoration and adore, as applied to the cross, only signify that respect and veneration due to things immediately relating to God and His service."

15.¶3	"I see no idolatry in it," said Lothair, musingly.

15.¶4	"No impartial person could," rejoined Father Coleman; "but unfortunately all these prejudices were imbibed when the world was not so well informed as at present.  A good deal of mischief has been done, too, by the Protestant versions of the Holy Scriptures; made in a hurry, and by men imperfectly acquainted with the Eastern tongues, and quite ignorant of Eastern manners.  All the accumulated research and investigation of modern times have only illustrated and justified the offices of the Church."

15.¶5	"That is very interesting," said Lothair.

15.¶6	"Now, this question of idolatry," said Father Coleman, "that is a fertile subject of misconception.  The house of Israel was raised up to destroy idolatry because idolatry thou meant dark images of Moloch opening their arms by machinery, and flinging the beauteous first-born of the land into their huge forms, which were furnaces of fire; or Ashtaroth, throned in moonlit groves, and surrounded by orgies of ineffable demoralization.  It required the declared will of God to redeem man from such fatal iniquity, which would have sapped the human race.  But to confound such deeds with the commemoration of God's saints, who are only pictured because their lives are perpetual incentives to purity and holiness, and to declare that the Queen of Heaven and the Mother of God should be to human feeling only as a sister of charity or a gleaner in the fields, is to abuse reason and to outrage the heart."

15.¶7	"We live in dark times," said Lothair, with an air of distress.

15.¶8	"Not darker than before the deluge," exclaimed Father Coleman; "not darker than before the nativity; not darker even than when the saints became martyrs.  There is a Pharos in the world, and, its light will never be extinguished, however black the clouds and wild the waves.  Man is on his trial now, not the Church; but in the service of the Church his highest energies may be developed, and his noblest qualities proved."

15.¶9	Lothair seemed plunged in thought, and Father Coleman glided away as Lady St. Jerome entered the gallery, shawled and bonneted, accompanied by another priest, Monsignore Catesby.

15.¶10	Catesby was a youthful member of an ancient English house, which for many generations had without a murmur, rather in a spirit of triumph, made every worldly sacrifice for the Church and court of Rome.  For that cause they had forfeited their lives, broad estates, and all the honors of a lofty station in their own land.  Reginald Catesby, with considerable abilities, trained with consummate skill, inherited their determined will, and the traditionary beauty of their form and countenance.  His manners were winning, and, he was as well informed in the ways of the world as he was in the works of the great casuists.

15.¶11	"My lord has ordered the char-à-banc, and is going to drive us all to Chart, where we will lunch," said Lady St. Jerome; "'tis a curious place, and was planted, only seventy years ago, by my lord's grandfather, entirely with spruce-firs, but with so much care and skill, giving each plant and tree ample distance, that they have risen to the noblest proportions, with all their green branches far-spreading on the ground like huge fans."

15.¶12	It was only a drive of three or four miles entirely in the park.  This was a district that had been added to the ancient enclosure ‑‑ a striking scene.  It was a forest of firs, but quite unlike such as might be met with in the north of Europe or of America.  Every tree was perfect ‑‑ huge and complete, and full of massy grace.  Nothing else was permitted to grow there except juniper, of which there were abounding and wondrous groups, green and spiral; the whole contrasting with the tall brown fern, of which there were quantities about, cut for the deer.

15.¶13	The turf was dry and mossy, and the air pleasant.  It was a balmy day.  They sat down by the great trees, the servants opened the luncheon-baskets, which were a present from Balmoral.  Lady St. Jerome was seldom seen to greater advantage than distributing her viands under such circumstances.  Never was such gay and graceful hospitality.  Lothair was quite fascinated as she playfully thrust a paper of lobster-sandwiches into his hand, and enjoined Monsignore Catesby to fill his tumbler with Chablis.

15.¶14	"I wish Father Coleman were here," said Lothair to Miss Arundel.

15.¶15	"Why?" said Miss Arundel.

15.¶16	"Because we were in the midst of a very interesting conversation on idolatry and on worship in groves, when Lady St. Jerome summoned us to our drive.  This seems a grove where one might worship."

15.¶17	"Father Coleman ought to be at Rome," said Miss Arundel.  "He was to have passed Holy Week there.  I know not why he changed his plans."

15.¶18	"Are you angry with him for it?"

15.¶19	"No, not angry, but surprised; surprised that any one might be at Rome, and yet be absent from it."

15.¶20	"You like Rome?"

15.¶21	"I have never been there. It is the wish of my life."

15.¶22	"May I say to you what you said to me just now ‑‑ why?"

15.¶23	"Naturally, because I would wish to witness the ceremonies of the Church in their most perfect form."

15.¶24	"But they are fulfilled in this country, I have heard, with much splendor and precision."

15.¶25	Miss Arundel shook her head.

15.¶26	"Oh! no," she said; "in this country we are only just emerging from the catacombs.  If the ceremonies of the Church were adequately fulfilled in England, we should hear very little of English infidelity."

15.¶27	"That is saying a great deal," observed Lothair, inquiringly.

15.¶28	"Had I that command of wealth of which we hear so much in the present day, and with which the possessors seem to know so little what to do, I would purchase some of those squalid streets in Westminster, which are the shame of the metropolis, and clear a great space and build a real cathedral, where the worship of heaven should be perpetually conducted in the full spirit of the ordinances of the Church.  I believe, were this done, even this country might be saved." 

CHAPTER 16

16.¶1	Lothair began to meditate on two great ideas ‑‑ the reconciliation of Christendom, and the influence of architecture on religion.  If the differences between the Roman and Anglican Churches, and between the papacy and Protestantism generally arose, as Father Coleman assured him, and seemed to prove, in mere misconception, reconciliation, though difficult, did not seem impossible, and appeared to be one of the most efficient modes of defeating the atheists.  It was a result which, of course, mainly depended on the authority of Reason; but the power of the imagination might also be enlisted in the good cause through the influence of the fine arts, of which the great mission is to excite, and at the same time elevate, the feelings of the human family.  Lothair found himself frequently in a reverie over Miss Arundel's ideal fane; and, feeling that he had the power of buying up a district in forlorn Westminster, and raising there a temple to the living God, which might influence the future welfare of millions, and even effect the salvation of his country, he began to ask himself whether he could incur the responsibility of shrinking from the fulfilment of this great duty.

16.¶2	Lothair could not have a better adviser on the subject of the influence of architecture on religion than Monsignore Catesby.  Monsignore Catesby had been a pupil of Pugin; his knowledge of ecclesiastical architecture was only equalled by his exquisite taste.  To hear him expound the mysteries of symbolical  art, and expatiate on the hidden revelations of its beauteous forms, reached even to ecstasy.  Lothair hung upon his accents like a neophyte.  Conferences with Father Coleman on those points of faith on which they did not differ, followed up by desultory remarks on those points of faith on which they ought not to differ ‑‑ critical discussions with Monsignore Catesby on cathedrals, their forms, their purposes, and the instances in several countries in which those forms were most perfect and those purposes best secured ‑‑ occupied a good deal of time; and yet these engaging pursuits were secondary in real emotion to his frequent conversations with Miss Arundel in whose society every day he took a strange and deeper interest.

16.¶3	She did not extend to him that ready sympathy which was supplied by the two priests.  On the contrary, when he was apt to indulge in those speculations which they always encouraged, and rewarded by adroit applause, she was often silent, throwing on him only the scrutiny of those violet yes, whose glance was rather fascinating than apt to captivate. And yet he was irresistibly drawn to her, and, once recalling the portrait in the gallery, he ventured to murmur that they were kinsfolk.

16.¶4	"Oh! I have no kin, no country," said Miss Arundel.  "These are not times for kin and country.  I have given up all these things for my Master!"

16.¶5	"But are our times so trying as that?" inquired Lothair.

16.¶6	"They are times for new crusades," said Miss Arundel, with energy, "though it may be of a different character from the old.  If I were a man, I would draw my sword for Christ.  There are as great deeds to be done as the siege of Ascalon, or even as the freeing of the Holy Sepulchre."

16.¶7	In the midst of a profound discussion with Father Coleman on Mariolatry, Lothair, rapt in reverie, suddenly introduced the subject of Miss Arundel.  "I wonder what will be her lot?" he exclaimed.

16.¶8	"It seems to, me to be settled," said Father Coleman.  "She will be the bride of the Church."

16.¶9	"Indeed?" and he started, and even changed color.

16.¶10	"She deems it her vocation," said Father Coleman.

16.¶11	"And yet, with such gifts, to be immured in a convent," said Lothair.

16.¶12	"That would not necessarily follow," replied Father Coleman. "Miss Arundel may occupy a position in which she may exercise much influence for the great cause which absorbs her being."

16.¶13	"There is a divine energy about her," said Lothair, almost speaking to himself.  "It could not have been given for little ends."

16.¶14	"If Miss Arundel could meet with a spirit as and as energetic as her own," said Father.  Coleman, "Her fate might be different.  She has no thoughts which are not great, and no purposes which are not sublime.  But for the companion of her life she would require no less than a Godfrey de Bouillon."

16.¶15	Lothair began to find the time pass very rapidly at Vauxe.  Easter week had nearly vanished; Vauxe had been gay during the last few days.  Every day some visitors came down from London; sometimes they returned in the evening; sometimes they passed the night at Vauxe, and returned to town in the morning with large bouquets.  Lothair felt it was time for him to interfere, and he broke his intention to Lady St. Jerome; but Lady St. Jerome would not hear of it.  So he muttered something about business.

16.¶16	"Exactly," she said; "everybody has business, and I dare say you have a great deal.  But Vauxe is exactly the place for persons who have business.  You go up to town by an early train, and then you return exactly in time for dinner, and bring us all the news from the clubs."

16.¶17	Lothair was beginning to say something, but Lady St. Jerome, who, when necessary, had the rare art of not listening without offending the speaker, told him that they did not intend themselves to return to town for a week or so, and that she knew Lord St. Jerome would be greatly annoyed if Lothair did not remain.

16.¶18	Lothair remained; and he went up to town one or two mornings to transact business; that is to say, to see a celebrated architect and to order plans for a cathedral, in which all the purposes of those sublime and exquisite structures were to be realized.  The drawings would take a considerable time to prepare, and these must be deeply considered.  So Lothair became quite domiciliated at Vauxe: he went up to town in the morning, and returned, as it were, to his home; everybody delighted to welcome him, and yet he seemed not expected.  His rooms were called after his name; and the household treated him as one of the family.

CHAPTER 17

17.¶1	A few days before Lothair's visit was to terminate, the cardinal and Monsignore Berwick arrived at Vauxe.  His eminence was received with much ceremony; the marshalled household, ranged in lines, fell on their knees at his approach, and Lady St. Jerome, Miss Arundel, and some other ladies, scarcely less choice and fair, with the lowest obeisance, touched, with their honored lips, his princely hand.

17.¶2	The monsignore had made another visit to Paris on his intended return to Rome, but, in consequence of some secret intelligence which he had acquired in the French capital, had thought fit to return to England to consult with the cardinal.  There seemed to be no doubt that the revolutionary party in Italy, assured by the withdrawal of the French troops from Rome, were again stirring.  There seemed also little doubt that London was the centre of preparation, though the project and the projectors were involved in much, mystery. "They want money," said the monsignore; "that we know, and that is now our best chance.  The Aspromonte expedition drained their private resources; and as for further aid, that is out of the question; the galantuomo is bankrupt.  But the atheists are desperate, and we must prepare for events."

17.¶3	On the morning after their arrival, the cardinal invited Lothair to a stroll in the park.  "There is the feeling of spring this morning," said his eminence, "though scarcely yet its vision." It was truly a day of balm, and sweetness, and quickening life; a delicate mist hung about the huge trees and the masses of more distant woods, and seemed to clothe them with that fulness of foliage which was not yet theirs.  The cardinal discoursed much on forest-trees, and, happily.  He recommended Lothair to read Evelyn's "Sylva."  Mr. Evelyn had a most accomplished mind; indeed, a character in every respect that approached perfection.  He was also a most religious man.

17.¶4	"I wonder," said Lothair, "how any man who is religious can think of any thing but religion."

17.¶5	"True," said the cardinal, and looking at him earnestly, "most true.  But all things that are good and beautiful make us more religious.  They tend to the development of the religious principle in us, which is our divine nature.  And, my dear young friend," and here his eminence put his arm easily and affectionately into that of Lothair, "it is a most happy thing for you, that you live so much with a really religious family.  It is a great boon for a young man, and a rare one."

17.¶6	"I feel it so," said Lothair, his face kindling.

17.¶7	"Ah!" said the cardinal, "when we remember that this country once consisted only of such families!"  And then, with a sigh, and as if speaking to himself, "And they made it so great and so beautiful!"

17.¶8	"It is still great and beautiful," said Lothair, but rather in a tone of inquiry than decision.

17.¶9	"But the cause of its greatness and its beauty no longer exists.  It became great and beautiful because it believed in God."

17.¶10	"But faith is not extinct?" said Lothair.

17.¶11	"It exists in the Church," replied the cardinal, with decision.  "All without that pale is practical atheism."

17.¶12	"It seems to me that a sense of duty is natural to man," said Lothair, "and that there can be no satisfaction in life without attempting to fulfil it."

17.¶13	"Noble words, my dear young friend; noble and true.  And the highest duty of man, especially in this age, is to vindicate the principles of religion, without which the world must soon become a scene of universal desolation."

17.¶14	"I wonder if England will ever again be a religious country?" said Lothair, musingly.

17.¶15	"I pray for that daily," said the cardinal; and he invited his companion to seat himself on the trunk of an oak that had been lying there since the autumn fall.  A slight hectic flame played over the pale and attenuated countenance of the cardinal; he seemed for a moment in deep thought; and then, in a voice distinct yet somewhat hushed, and at first rather faltering, he said: "I know not a grander, or a nobler career, for a young man of talents and position in this age, than to be the champion and asserter of Divine truth.  It is not probable that there could be another conqueror in out time.  The world is wearied of statesmen; whom democracy has degraded into politicians, and of orators who have become what they call debaters.  I do not believe there could be another Dante, even another Milton.  The world is devoted to physical science, because it believes these discoveries will increase its capacity of luxury and self-indulgence.  But the pursuit of science leads only to the insoluble.  When we arrive at that barren term, the Divine voice summons man, as it summoned Samuel; all the poetry and passion and sentiment of human nature are taking refuge in religion; and he, whose deeds and words most nobly represent Divine thoughts, will be the man of this century."

17.¶16	"But who could be equal to such a task?" murmured Lothair.

17.¶17	"Yourself," exclaimed the cardinal, and he threw his glittering eye upon his companion.  "Any one with the necessary gifts, who had implicit faith in the Divine purpose."

17.¶18	"But the Church is perplexed; it is ambiguous, contradictory."

17.¶19	"No, no," said the cardinal; "not the Church of Christ; it is never perplexed, never ambiguous, never contradictory.  Why should it be?  How could it be?  The Divine persons are ever with it, strengthening and guiding it with perpetual miracles.  Perplexed churches are churches made by Act of Parliament, not by God."

17.¶20	Lothair seemed to start, and looked at his guardian with a scrutinizing glance.  And then he said, but not without hesitation, "I experience at times great despondency."

17.¶21	"Naturally," replied the cardinal.  "Every man must be despondent who is not a Christian."

17.¶22	"But I am a Christian," said Lothair.

17.¶23	"A Christian estranged," said the cardinal; "a Christian without the consolations of Christianity."

17.¶24	"There is something in that," said Lothair.  "I require the consolations of Christianity, and yet I feel I have them not.  Why is this?"

17.¶25	"Because what you call your religion is a thing apart from your life, and it ought to be your life.  Religion should be the rule of life, not a casual incident of it.  There is not a duty of existence, not a joy or sorrow which the services of the Church do not assert, or with which they do not sympathize.  Tell me, now; you have, I was glad to hear, attended the services of the Church of late, since you have been under this admirable roof.  Have you not then found some consolation?"

17.¶26	"Yes; without doubt I have been often solaced." And Lothair sighed.

17.¶27	"What the soul is to man, the Church is to the world," said the cardinal.  "It is the link between us and the Divine nature.  It came from heaven complete; it has never changed, and it can never alter.  Its ceremonies are types of celestial truths; its services are suited to all the moods of man; they strengthen him in his wisdom and his purity, and control and save him in the hour of passion and temptation.  Taken as a whole, with all its ministrations, its orders, its offices, and the divine splendor of its ritual, it secures us on earth some adumbration of that ineffable glory which awaits the faithful in heaven, where the blessed Mother of God and ten thousand saints perpetually guard over no with Divine intercession."

17.¶28	"I was not taught these things in my boyhood," said Lothair.

17.¶29	"And you might reproach me, and reasonably, as your guardian, for my neglect," said the cardinal.  "But my power was very limited, and, when my duties commenced, you must remember that I was myself estranged from the Church, I was myself a Parliamentary Christian, till despondency and study and ceaseless thought and prayer, and the Divine will, brought me to light and rest.  But I at least saved you from a Presbyterian university; I at least secured Oxford for you; and I can assure you, of my many struggles, that was not the least."

17.¶30	"It gave the turn to my mind," said Lothair, and I am grateful to you for it.  What it will all end in, God only knows."

17.¶31	"It will end in His glory and in yours," said the cardinal.  "I have spoken, perhaps, too much and too freely, but you greatly interest me, not merely because you are my charge, and the son of my beloved friend, but because I perceive in you great qualities ‑‑ qualities so great," continued the cardinal with earnestness, "that properly guided, they may considerably affect the history of this country, and perhaps even have a wider range."

17.¶32	Lothair shook his head.

17.¶33	"Well, well," continued the cardinal in a lighter tone, "we will pursue our ramble.  At any rate, I am not wrong in this, that you have no objection to join in my daily prayer for the conversion of this kingdom to ‑‑ religious truth," his eminence added after a pause.

17.¶34	"Yes religious truth," said Lothair, "we must all pray for that."

CHAPTER 18

18.¶1	Lothair returned to town excited and agitated.  He felt that he was on the eve of some great event in his existence, but its precise character was not defined.  One conclusion, however, was indubitable: life must be religion; when we consider what is at stake, and that our eternal welfare depends on our due preparation for the future, it was folly to spare a single hour from the consideration of the best means to secure our readiness.  Such a subject does not admit of half measures or of halting opinions.  It seemed to Lothair that nothing could interest him in life that was not symbolical of divine truths and an adumbration of the celestial hereafter.

18.¶2	Could truth have descended from heaven ever to be distorted, to be corrupted, misapprehended, misunderstood?  Impossible!  Such a belief would confound and contradict all the attributes of the All-wise and the All-mighty.  There must be truth on earth now as fresh and complete is it was at Bethlehem.  And how could it be preserved but by the influence of the Paraclete acting on an ordained class?  On this head his tutor at Oxford had fortified him; by a conviction of the Apostolical succession of the English bishops, which no Act of Parliament could alter or affect.  But Lothair was haunted by a feeling that the relations of his Communion with the Blessed Virgin were not satisfactory.  They could not content either his heart or his intellect.  Was it becoming that a Christian should live as regards the hallowed Mother of his God in a condition of harsh estrangement?  What mediatorial influence more awfully appropriate than the consecrated agent of the mighty mystery?  Nor could he, even in his early days, accept without a scruple the frigid system that would class the holy actors in the divine drama of the Redemption as mere units in the categories of vanished generations.  Human beings who had been in personal relation with the Godhead must be different from other human beings.  There must be some transcendent quality in their lives and careers, in their very organization, which marks them out from all secular heroes.  What was Alexander the Great, or even Caius Julius, compared with that apostle whom Jesus loved?

18.¶3	Restless and disquieted, Lothair paced the long and lofty rooms which had been secured for him in a London hotel which rivalled the colossal convenience of Paris and the American cities.  Their tawdry ornaments and their terrible new furniture would not do after the galleries and portraits of Vauxe.  Lothair sighed.

18.¶4	Why did that visit ever end?  Why did the world consist of any thing else but Tudor palaces in ferny parks, or time be other than a perpetual Holy Week?  He never sighed at Vauxe.  Why?  He supposed it was because their religion was his life, and here ‑‑ and he looked around him with a shudder.  The cardinal was right: it was a most happy thing for him to be living so much with so truly a religious family.

18.¶5	The door opened, and servants came in bearing a large and magnificent portfolio.  It was of morocco and of prelatial purple with broad bands of gold and alternate ornaments of a cross and a coronet.  A servant handed to Lothair a letter, which enclosed the key that opened its lock.  The portfolio contained the plans and drawings of the cathedral.

18.¶6	Lothair was lost in admiration of these designs and their execution.  But after the first fever of investigation was over, he required sympathy and also information.  In a truly religious family there would always be a Father Coleman or a Monsignore Catesby to guide and to instruct.  But a Protestant, if he wants aid or advice on any matter, can only go to his solicitor.  But as he proceeded in his researches he sensibly felt that the business was one above even an oratorian or a monsignore.  It required a finer and a more intimate sympathy; a taste at the same time more inspired and more inspiring; some one who blended with divine convictions the graceful energy of human feeling, and who would not only animate him to effort but fascinate him to its fulfilment.  The counsellor he required was Miss Arundel.

18.¶7	Lothair had quitted Vauxe one week, and it seemed to him a year.  During the first four-and-twenty hours he felt like a child who had returned to school, and, the day after, like a man on a desert island.  Various other forms of misery and misfortune were suggested by his succeeding experience.  Town brought no distractions to him; he knew very few people, and these be had not yet encountered; he had once ventured to White's, but found only a group of gray-beaded men, who evidently did not know him, and who seemed to scan him with cynical nonchalance.  These were not the golden youth whom he had been assured by Bertram would greet him; so, after reading a newspaper for a moment upside downward, he got away.  But he had no harbor of refuge, and was obliged to ride down to Richmond and dine alone, and meditate on symbols and celestial adumbrations.  Every day he felt how inferior was this existence to that of a life in a truly religious family.

18.¶8	But, of all the members of the family to which his memory recurred with such unflagging interest, none more frequently engaged his thoughts than Miss Arundel.  Her conversation, which stimulated his intelligence while it rather piqued his self-love, exercised a great influence over him, and he had omitted no opportunity of enjoying her society.  That society and its animating power he sadly missed; and now that he had before him the very drawings about which they had frequently talked, and she was not by his side to suggest and sympathize and criticism and praise, he felt unusually depressed.

18.¶9	Lothair corresponded with Lady St. Jerome, and was aware of her intended movements.  But the return the family to London had been somewhat delayed. When this disappointment was first made known to him, his impulse was to ride down to Vauxe; but the tact in which he was not deficient assured him that he ought not to reappear on a stage where be had already figured for perhaps too considerable a time, and so another week had to be passed, softened, however, by visits from the father of the oratory and the chamberlain of his holiness, who came to look after Lothair with much friendliness, and with whom it was consolatory and even delightful for him to converse on sacred art, still holier things, and also Miss Arundel.

18.¶10	At length, though it seemed impossible, this second week elapsed, and to-morrow Lothair was to lunch with Lady St. Jerome in St. James's Square, and to meet all his friends.  He thought of it all day, and he passed a restless night.  He took an early canter to rally his energies, and his fancy was active in the splendor of the spring.  The chestnuts were in silver bloom, and the pink May had flushed the thorns, and banks of sloping turf were radiant with plots of gorgeous flowers.  The waters glittered in the sun, and the air was fragrant with that spell which only can be found in metropolitan mignonette.  It was the hour and the season when heroic youth comes to great decisions, achieves exploits, or perpetrates scrapes.

18.¶11	Nothing could be more cordial, nothing more winning, than the reception of Lothair by Lady St. Jerome. She did not conceal her joy at their being again together.  Even Miss Arundel, though still calm, even a little demure, seemed glad to see him: her eyes looked kind and pleased, and she gave him her hand with graceful heartiness.  It was the sacred hour of two when Lothair arrived, and they were summoned to luncheon almost immediately.  Then they were not alone; Lord St. Jerome was not there, but the priests were present and some others.  Lothair, however, sat next to Miss Arundel.

18.¶12	"I have been thinking of you very often since I left Vauxe," said Lothair to his neighbor.

18.¶13	"Charitably, I am sure."

18.¶14	"I have been thinking of you every day," he continued, "for I wanted your advice."

18.¶15	"Ah! but that is not a popular thing to give."

18.¶16	"But it is precious ‑‑ at least, yours is to me ‑‑ and I want it now very much."

18.¶17	"Father Coleman told me you had got the plans for the cathedral," said Miss Arundel.

18.¶18	"And I want to show them to you."

18.¶19	"I fear I am only a critic," said Miss Arundel, "and I do not admire mere critics.  I was very free in my comments to you on several subjects at Vauxe; and I must now say I thought you bore it very kindly."

18.¶20	"I was enchanted," said Lothair, "and desire nothing but to be ever subject to such remarks.  But this affair of the cathedral, it is your own thought ‑‑ I would fain hope your own wish, for unless it were your own wish I do not think I ever should be able to accomplish it."

18.¶21	"And when the cathedral is built," said Miss Arundel "what then?"

18.¶22	"Do you not remember telling me at Vauxe that all sacred buildings should be respected, for that in the long-run they generally fell to the professors of the true faith?"

18.¶23	"But when they built St. Peter's, they dedicated it to a saint in heaven," said Miss Arundel.  "To whom is yours to be inscribed?"

18.¶24	"To a saint in heaven and in earth," said Lothair, blushing; "to St. Clare."

18.¶25	But Lady St. Jerome and her guests rose at this moment, and it is impossible to say with precision whether this last remark of Lothair absolutely reached the ear of Miss Arundel.  She looked as if it had not.  The priests and the other guests dispersed.  Lothair accompanied the ladies to the drawing-room; he lingered, and he was meditating if the occasion served to say more.

18.¶26	Lady St. Jerome was writing a note, Mss Arundel was arranging some work, Lothair was affecting an interest in her employment in order that he might be seated by her and ask her questions, when the groom of the chambers entered and inquired whether her ladyship was at home, and being answered in the affirmative, retired, and announced and ushered in the duchess and Lady Corisande.

CHAPTER 19

19.¶1	It seemed that the duchess and Lady St. Jerome were intimate, for they called each other by their Christian names, and kissed each other.  The young ladies also were cordial.  Her grace greeted Lothair with heartiness; Lady Corisande with some reserve.  Lothair thought she looked very radiant and very proud.

19.¶2	It was some time since they had all met ‑‑ not since the end of the last season ‑‑ so there was a great deal to talk about.  There had been deaths and births and marriages which required a flying comment ‑‑ all important events; deaths which solved many difficulties, heirs to estates which were not expected, and weddings which surprised everybody.

19.¶3	"And have you seen Selina?" inquired Lady St. Jerome.

19.¶4	"Not yet; except mamma, this is our first visit," replied the duchess.

19.¶5	"Ah! that is real friendship.  She came down to Vauxe the other day, but I did not think she was looking well.  She frets herself too much about her boys; she does not know what to do with them.  They will not go into the Church, and they have no fortune for the Guards."

19.¶6	"I understood that Lord Plantagenet was to be a civil engineer," said Lady Corisande.

19.¶7	"And Lord Albert Victor to have a sheep-walk in Australia," continued Lady St. Jerome.

19.¶8	"They say that a lord must not go to the bar," said Miss Arundel.  "It seems to me very unjust."

19.¶9	"Alfred Beaufort went the circuit," said Lady Corisande, "but I believe they drove him into Parliament."

19.¶10	"You will miss your friend Bertram at Oxford," said the duchess, addressing Lothair.

19.¶11	"Indeed," said Lothair, rather confused, for he was himself a defaulter in collegiate attendance.  "I was just going to write to him to see whether one could not keep half a term."

19.¶12	"Oh! nothing will prevent his taking his degree," said the duchess, "but I fear there must be some delay.  There is a vacancy for our county ‑‑ Mr. Sandstone is dead, and they insist upon returning Bertram.  I hope he will be of age before the nomination.  The duke is much opposed to it; he wishes him to wait; but in these days it is not so easy for young men to get into Parliament.  It is not as it used to be; we cannot choose."

19.¶13	"This is an important event," said Lothair to Lady Corisande.

19.¶14	"I think it is; nor do I believe Bertram is too young for public life.  These are not times to be laggard."

19.¶15	"There is no doubt they are very serious times," said Lothair.

19.¶16	"I have every confidence in Bertram ‑‑ in his ability and his principles."

19.¶17	The ladies began to talk about the approaching drawing-room and Lady Corisande's presentation, and Lothair thought it right to make his obeisance and withdraw.  He met in the hall Father Coleman, who was in fact looking after him, and would have induced him to repair to the father's room and hold some interesting conversation, but Lothair was not so congenial as usual.  He was even abrupt, and the father, who never pressed any thing, assuming that Lothair had some engagement, relinquished with a serene brow, but not without chagrin, what he had deemed might have proved a golden opportunity.

19.¶18	And yet Lothair had no engagement, and did not know where to go or what to do with himself.  But he wanted to be alone, and of all persons in the world at that moment, he had a sort of instinct that the one he wished least to converse with was Father Coleman.

19.¶19	"She has every confidence in his principles," said Lothair to himself as he mounted his horse, "and his principles were mine six months ago, when I was at Brentham.  Delicious Brentham!  It seems like a dream; but every thing seems like a dream; I hardly know whether life is agony or bliss."

CHAPTER 20

20.¶1	The duke was one of the few gentlemen in, London who lived in a palace.  One of the half-dozen of those stately structures that our capital boasts had fallen to his lot.

20.¶2	An heir-apparent to the throne, in the earlier days of the present dynasty, had resolved to be lodged as became a prince, and had raised, amid gardens which he had diverted from one of the royal parks, an edifice not unworthy of Vicenza in its best days, though on a far more extensive scale than any pile that favored city boasts.  Before the palace was finished, the prince died, and irretrievably in debt.  His executors were glad to sell to the trustees of the ancestors of the chief of the house of Brentham the incomplete palace, which ought never to have been commenced.  The ancestor of the duke was by no means so strong a man as the duke himself, and prudent people rather murmured at the exploit.  But it was what is called a lucky family ‑‑ that is to say, a family with a charm that always attracted and absorbed heiresses; and perhaps the splendor of CRECY HOUSE ‑‑ for it always retained its original title ‑‑ might have in some degree contributed to fascinate the taste or imagination of the beautiful women who, generation after generation, brought their bright castles and their broad manors to swell the state and rent-rolls of the family who were so kind to Lothair.

20.¶3	The centre of Crecy House consisted of a hall of vast proportion, and reaching to the roof.  Its walls commemorated, in paintings by the most celebrated artists of the age, the exploits of the Black Prince; and its coved ceiling, in panels resplendent with Venetian gold, contained the forms and portraits of English heroes.  A corridor round this hall contained the most celebrated private collection of pictures in England and opened into a series of sumptuous saloons.

20.¶4	It was a rather early hour when Lothair, the morning after his meeting the duchess at Lady St. Jerome's, called at Crecy House; but it was only to leave his card.  He would not delay for a moment paying his respects there, and yet he shrank from thrusting himself immediately into the circle.  The duke's brougham was in the court-yard.  Lothair was holding his groom's horse, who had dismounted, when the hall-door opened, and his grace and Bertram came forth.

20.¶5	"Halloa, old fellow!" exclaimed Bertram, "only think of your being here.  It seems an age since we met.  The duchess was telling us about you at breakfast."

20.¶6	"Go in and see them," said the duke, "there is a large party at luncheon; Augusta Montairy is there.  Bertram and I are obliged to go to Lincoln's Inn, something about his election."

20.¶7	But Lothair murmured thanks and declined.

20.¶8	"What are you going to do with yourself to-day?" said the duke.  And Lothair hesitating, his grace continued:  "Well, then, come and dine with us."

20.¶9	"Of course you will come, old fellow.  I have not seen you since you left Oxford at the beginning of the year.  And then we can settle about your term."  And Lothair assenting, they drove away.

20.¶10	It was nine o'clock before they dined.  The days were getting very long, and soft, and sweet; the riding-parties lingered amid the pink May and the tender twilight breeze.  The Montairys dined to-day at Crecy House, and a charming married daughter without her husband, and Lord and Lady Clanmorne, who were near kin to the duchess, and themselves so good-looking and agreeable that they were as good at a dinner-party as a couple of first-rate entrées.  There was also Lord Carisbrooke, a young man of distinguished air and appearance; his own master, with a large estate, and three years or so older than Lothair.

20.¶11	They dined in the Chinese saloon, which was of moderate dimensions, but bright with fantastic forms and colors, brilliantly lit up.  It was the privilege of Lothair to hand the duchess to her seat.  He observed that Lord Carisbrooke was placed next to Lady Corisande, though he had not taken her out.

20.¶12	"This dinner reminds me of my visit to Brentham," said Lothair.

20.¶13	"Almost the same party," said the duchess.

20.¶14	"The visit to Brentham was the happiest time of my life," said Lothair, moodily.

20.¶15	"But you have seen a great deal since," said the duchess.

20.¶16	"I am not a sure it is of any use seeing things," said Lothair.

20.¶17	When the ladies retired, there was some talk about horses.  Lord Carisbrooke was breeding; Lothair thought it was a duty to breed, but not to go on the turf.  Lord Carisbrooke thought there could be no good breeding without racing; Lothair was of opinion that races might be confined to one's own parks, with no legs admitted, and immense prizes, which must cause emulation.  Then they joined the ladies, and then, in a short time, there was music.  Lothair hovered about Lady Corisande, and at last seized a happy opportunity of addressing her.

20.¶18	"I shall never forget your singing at Brentham," he said; "at first I thought it might be as Lady Montairy said, because I was not used to fine singing; but I heard the Venusina the other day, and I prefer your voice and style."

20.¶19	"Have you heard the Venusina?" said Lady Corisande, with animation; "I know nothing that I look forward to with more interest.  But I was told she was not to open her mouth until she appeared at the opera.  Where did you hear her?"

20.¶20	"Oh, I heard her," said Lothair, "at the Roman Catholic cathedral."

20.¶21	"I am sure I shall never hear her there," said Lady Corisande, looking very grave.

20.¶22	"Do not you think music a powerful accessory to religion?" said Lothair, but a little embarrassed.

20.¶23	"Within certain limits," said Lady Corisande ‑‑ "the limits I am used to; but I should prefer to hear opera-singers at the opera."

20.¶24	"Ah! if all amateurs could sing like you," said Lothair, "that would be unnecessary.  But a fine mass by Mozart ‑‑ it requires great skill as well as power to render it. I admire no one so much as Mozart, and especially his masses.  I have been hearing a great many of them lately."

20.¶25	"So we understood," said Lady Corisande, rather dryly, and looking about her as if she were not much interested, or at any rate not much gratified by the conversation.

20.¶26	Lothair felt he was not getting on, and he wished to get on, but he was socially inexperienced, and his resources not much in hand.  There was a pause ‑‑ it seemed to him an awkward pause; and then Lady Corisande walked away and addressed Lady Clanmorne.

20.¶27	Some very fine singing began at this moment; the room was hushed, no one moved, and Lothair, undisturbed, had the opportunity of watching his late companion.  There was something in Lady Corisande that to him was irresistibly captivating; and as he was always thinking and analyzing, he employed himself in discovering the cause.  "She is not particularly gracious," he said to himself, "at least not to me; she is beautiful, but so are others; and others, like her, are clever ‑‑ perhaps more clever.  But there is something in her brow, her glance, her carriage, which intimate what they call character, which interests me.  Six months ago I was in love with her, because I thought she was like her sisters.  I love her sisters, but she is not the least like them."

20.¶28	The music ceased; Lothair moved away, and he approached the duke.

20.¶29	"I have a favor to ask your grace," he said.  "I have made up my mind that I shall not go back to Oxford this term; would your grace do me the great favor of presenting me at the next levée?"

CHAPTER 21

21.¶1	One's life changes in a moment.  Half a month ago, Lothair, without an acquaintance, was meditating his return to Oxford.  Now he seemed to know everybody who was anybody.  His table was overflowing with invitations to all the fine houses in town.  First came the routs and the balls; then, when he had been presented to the husbands, came the dinners.  His kind friends the duchess and Lady St. Jerome were the fairies which had worked this sudden scene of enchantment.  A single word from them, and London was at Lothair's feet.

21.¶2	He liked it amazingly.  He quite forgot the conclusion at which he had arrived respecting society a year ago, drawn from his vast experience of the single party which he had then attended.  Feelings are different when you know a great many persons, and every person is trying to please you; above all, when there are individuals whom you want to meet, and whom, if you do not meet, you become restless.

21.¶3	Town was beginning to blaze.  Broughams whirled and bright barouches glanced, troops of social cavalry cantered and caracolled in morning rides, and the bells of prancing ponies, lashed by delicate hands, jingled in the laughing air.  There were stoppages in Bond Street, which seems to cap the climax of civilization, after crowded clubs and swarming parks.

21.¶4	But the great event of the season was the presentation of Lady Corisande.  Truly our bright maiden of Brentham woke and found herself famous.  There are families whom everybody praises, and families who are treated in a different way.  Either will do; all the sons and daughters of the first succeed; all the sons and daughters of the last are encouraged in perverseness by the prophetic determination of society.  Half a dozen married sisters, who were the delight and ornament of their circles, in the case of Lady Corisande were good precursors of popularity; but the world would not be content with that: they credited her with all their charms and winning qualities, but also with something grander and supreme; and from the moment her fair cheek was sealed by the gracious approbation of majesty, all the critics of the court at once recognized her as the cynosure of the empyrean.

21.¶5	Monsignore Catesby, who looked after Lothair, and was always breakfasting with him without the necessity of an invitation ‑‑ a fascinating man, and who talked upon all subjects except high mass ‑‑ knew every thing that took place at court without being himself.  He led the conversation to the majestic theme, and while he seemed to be busied in breaking an egg with delicate precision, and hardly listening to the frank expression of opinions which he carelessly encouraged, obtained a not insufficient share of Lothair's views and impressions of human beings and affairs in general during the last few days, which had witnessed a levée and a drawing-room.

21.¶6	"Ah!  then, you were so fortunate as to know the beauty before her début," said the monsignore.

21.¶7	"Intimately; her brother is my friend.  I was at Brentham last summer.  Delicious place! and the most agreeable visit l ever made in my life ‑‑ at least, one of the most agreeable."

21.¶8	"Ah, ah!" said the monsignore.  "Let me ring for some toast."

21.¶9	On the I night of the drawing-room a great ball was given at Crecy House, to celebrate the entrance of Corisande into the world.  It was a sumptuous festival.  The palace, resonant with fantastic music, blazed amid illumined gardens rich with summer warmth.

21.¶10	A prince of the blood was dancing with Lady Corisande.  Lothair was there, vis-à-vis with Miss Arundel.

21.¶11	"I delight in this hall," she said to Lothair; "but how superior the pictured scene to the reality!"

21.¶12	"What! would you like, then, to be in a battle?"

21.¶13	"I should like to be with heroes, wherever they might be.  What a fine character was the Black Prince!  And they call those days the days of superstition!"

21.¶14	The silver horns sounded a brave flourish.  Lothair had to advance and meet Lady Corisande.  Her approaching mien was full of grace and majesty, but Lothair thought there was a kind expression in her glance, which seemed to remember Brentham, and, that he was her brother's friend.

21.¶15	A little later in the evening he was her partner.  He could not refrain from congratulating her on the beauty and the success of the festival.

21.¶16	"I am glad you are pleased, and I am glad you think it successful; but, you know, I am no judge, for this is my first ball!"

21.¶17	"Ah! to be sure; and yet it seems impossible," he contended, in a tone of murmuring admiration.

21.¶18	"Oh! I have been at little dances at my sisters' ‑‑ half behind the door," she added, with a slight smile.  "But to-night I am present at a scene of which I have only read."

21.¶19	"And how do you like balls?" said Lothair.

21.¶20	"I think I shall like them very much," said Lady Corisande; "but to-night, I will confess, I am a little nervous."

21.¶21	"You do not look so."

21.¶22	"I am glad of that."

21.¶23	"Why?"

21.¶24	"Is it not a sign of weakness?"

21.¶25	"Can feeling be weakness?"

21.¶26	"Feeling without sufficient cause is, I should think."  And then, and in a tone of some archness, she said, "And how do you like balls?"

21.¶27	"Well, I like them amazingly," said Lothair.  "They seem to me to have every quality which can render an entertainment agreeable: music, light, flowers, beautiful faces, graceful forms, and occasionally charming conversation."

21.¶28	"Yes; and that never lingers," said Lady Corisande, "for see, I am wanted."

21.¶29	When they were again undisturbed, Lothair regretted the absence of Bertram, who was kept at the House.

21.¶30	"It is a great disappointment," said Lady Corisande; "but he will yet arrive, though late.  I should be most unhappy, though, if he were absent from his post on such an occasion.  I am sure if he were here, I could not dance."

21.¶31	"You are a most ardent politician," said Lothair.

21.¶32	"Oh! I do not care in the least about common politics ‑‑ parties, and office, and all that; I neither regard nor understand them," replied Lady Corisande.  "But when wicked men try to destroy the country, then I like my family to be in the front."

21.¶33	As the destruction of the country meditated this night by wicked men was some change in the status of the Church of England, which Monsignore Catesby in the morning had suggested to Lothair as both just and expedient and highly conciliatory, Lothair did not pursue the theme, for he had a greater degree of tact than usually falls to the lot of the ingenuous.

21.¶34	The bright moments flew on.  Suddenly there was a mysterious silence in the hall, followed by a kind of suppressed stir.  Every one seemed: to be speaking with bated breath, or, if moving, walking on tiptoe.  It was the supper-hour ‑‑ 

21.¶35	"Soft hour which wakes the wish and melts the heart."

21.¶36	Royalty, followed by the imperial presence of ambassadors, and escorted by a group of dazzling duchesses and paladins of high degree, was ushered with courteous pomp by the host and hostess into a choice saloon, hung with rose-colored tapestry and illumined by chandeliers of crystal, where they were served from gold plate.  But the thousand less favored were not badly off, when they found themselves in the more capacious chambers, into which they rushed with an eagerness hardly in keeping with the splendid nonchalance of the preceding hours.

21.¶37	"What a perfect, family!" exclaimed Hugo Bohun, as he extracted a couple of fat little birds from their bed of aspic jelly.  "Every thing they do in such perfect taste.  How safe you were here to have ortolans for supper!"

21.¶38	All the little round tables, though their number was infinite, were full.  Male groups hung about; some in attendance on fair dames, some foraging for themselves, some thoughtful and more patient, and awaiting a satisfactory future.  Never was such an elegant clatter.

21.¶39	"I wonder where Carisbrooke is?" said Hugo Bohun.  "They say he is wonderfully taken with the beauteous daughter of the house."

21.¶40	"I will back the Duke of Brecon against him," said one of his companions.  "He raved about her at White's yesterday."

21.¶41	"Hem!"

21.¶42	"The end is not so near as all that," said a third wassailer.

21.¶43	"I do not know that," said Hugo Bohun.  "It is a family that marries off quickly.  If a follow is obliged to marry, be always likes to marry one of them."

21.¶44	"What of this new star?" said his friend, and he mentioned Lothair.

21.¶45	"Oh! he is too young ‑‑ not launched.  Besides, be is going to turn Catholic, and I doubt whether that would do in that quarter."

21.¶46	"But he has a greater fortune than any of them."

21.¶47	"Immense!  A man I know, who knows another man ‑‑ " and then he began a long statistical story about Lothair's resources.

21.¶48	"Have you get any room here, Hugo?" drawled out Lord St. Aldegonde.

21.¶49	"Plenty, and here is my chair."

21.¶50	"On no account; half of it and some soup will satisfy me."

21.¶51	"I should have thought you would have been with the swells," said Hugo Bohun.

21.¶52	"That does not exactly suit me," said St. Aldegonde.  "I was ticketed to the Duchess of Salop, but I got a first-rate substitute with the charm of novelty for her grace, and sent her in with Lothair."

21.¶53	St. Aldegonde was the heir-apparent of the wealthiest, if not the most ancient, dukedom in the United Kingdom.  He was spoiled, but he knew it.  Had he been an ordinary being, he would have merely subsided into selfishness and caprice; but, having good abilities and a good disposition, he was eccentric, adventurous, and sentimental.  Notwithstanding the apathy which had been engendered by premature experience, St. Aldegonde held extreme opinions, especially on political affairs, being a republican of the reddest dye.  He was opposed to all privilege, and indeed to all orders of men, except dukes, who were a necessity.  He was also strongly in favor of the equal division of all property, except land.  Liberty depended on land, and the greater the land-owners, the greater the liberty of a country.  He would hold forth on this topic even with energy, amazed at any one differing from him; "As if a fellow could have too much land," he would urge, with a voice and glance which defied contradiction.  St. Aldegonde had married for love, and he loved his wife, but he was strongly in favor of woman's rights and their extremest consequences.  It was thought that he had originally adopted these latter views with the amiable intention of piquing Lady St. Aldegonde; but if so, he had not succeeded.  Beaming with brightness, with the voice and airiness of a bird, and a cloudless temper, Albertha St. Aldegonde had from the first hour of her marriage, concentrated her intelligence, which was not mean, on one object; and that was, never to cross her husband on any conceivable topic.  They had been married several years, and she treated him as a darling spoiled child.  When he cried for the moon, it was promised him immediately; however irrational his proposition, she always assented to it, though generally by tact and vigilance she guided him in the right direction.  Nevertheless, St. Aldegonde was sometimes in scrapes; but then he always went and told his best friend, whose greatest delight was to extricate him from his perplexities and embarrassments.

CHAPTER 22

22.¶1	Although Lothair was not in the slightest degree shaken in his conviction that life should be entirely religious, he was perplexed by the inevitable obstacles which seemed perpetually to oppose themselves to the practice of his opinions.  It was not merely pleasure in its multiform appearances that he had to contend against, but business began imperiously to solicit his attention.  Every month brought him nearer to his majority, and the frequent letters from Mr. Putney Giles now began to assume the pressing shape of solicitations for personal interviews.  He had a long conversation one morning with Father Coleman on this subject, who greatly relieved him by the assurance that a perfectly religious life was one of which the sovereign purpose was to uphold the interests of the Church of Christ, the father added after a momentary pause.  Business, and even amusement, were, not only compatible with such a purpose, but might even be conducive to its fulfilment.

22.¶2	Mr. Putney Giles reminded Lothair that the attainment of his majority must be celebrated, and in a becoming manner.  Preparation, and even considerable preparation, was necessary.  There were several scenes of action ‑‑ some very distant.  It was not too early to contemplate arrangements.  Lothair really must confer with his guardians.  They were both now in town, the Scotch uncle having come up to attend Parliament.  Could. they be brought together?  Was it indeed impossible?  If so, who was to give the necessary instructions?

22.¶3	It was much more than a year since Lothair had met his uncle, and he did not anticipate much satisfaction from the renewal of their intimacy; but every feeling of propriety demanded that it should be recognized, and to a certain degree revived.  Lord Culloden was a black Scotchman, tall and lean, with good features, a hard red face and iron-gray hair.  He was a man who shrank from scenes, and he greeted Lothair as if they had only parted yesterday.  Looking at him with his keen, unsentimental, but not unkind, eye, he said: "Well, sir, I thought you would have been at Oxford."

22.¶4	"Yes, my dear uncle; but circumstances ‑‑ "

22.¶5	"Well, well, I don't want to hear the cause.  I am very glad you are not there; I believe you might as well be at Rome."

22.¶6	And then in due course, and after some talk of the past and old times, Lothair referred to the suggestions of Mr. Giles, and hinted at a meeting of his guardians to confer and advise together.

22.¶7	"No, no," said the Scotch peer, shaking his head; "I will have nothing to do with the Scarlet Lady.  Mr. Giles is an able and worthy man; he may well be trusted to draw up a programme for our consideration, and indeed it is an affair in which yourself should be most consulted.  Let all be done liberally, for you have a great inheritance, and I would be no curmudgeon in these matters."

22.¶8	"Well, my dear uncle, whatever is arranged, I hope you and my cousins will honor and gratify me with your presence throughout the proceedings."

22.¶9	"Well, well, it is not much in my way.  You will be having balls and fine ladies.  There is no fool like an old fool, they say; but I think, from what I hear, the young fools will beat us in the present day.  Only think of young persons going over to the Church of Rome.  Why, they are just naturals!"

22.¶10	The organizing genius of Mr. Putney Giles had rarely encountered a more fitting theme than the celebration of the impending majority.  There was place for all his energy and talent and resources; a great central inauguration; sympathetical festivals and gatherings in half a dozen other counties; the troth, as it were, of a sister kingdom to be pledged; a vista of balls and banquets, and illuminations and addresses, of ceaseless sports and speeches, and processions alike endless.

22.¶11	"What I wish to effect," said Mr. Giles, as he was giving his multifarious orders, "is to produce among all classes an impression adequate to the occasion.  I wish the lord and the tenantry alike to feel they have a duty to perform."

22.¶12	In the mean time, Monsignore Catesby was pressing Lothair to become one of the patrons of a Roman Catholic Bazaar, where Lady St. Jerome and Miss Arundel were to preside over a stall.  It was of importance to show that charity was not the privilege of any particular creed.

22.¶13	Between his lawyers, and his monsignores, and his architects, Lothair began to get a little harassed.  He was disturbed in his own mind, too, on greater matters, and seemed to feel every day that it was more necessary to take a decided step, and more impossible to decide upon what it should be.  He frequently saw the cardinal, who was very kind to him, but who had become more reserved on religious subjects.  He had dined more than once with his eminence, and had met some distinguished prelates and some of his fellow-nobles who had been weaned from the errors of their cradle.  The cardinal, perhaps, thought that the presence of these eminent converts would facilitate the progress, perhaps the decision, of his ward; but something seemed always to happen to divert Lothair in his course.  It might-be sometimes apparently a very slight cause, but yet for the time sufficient; a phrase of Lady Corisande for example, who, though she never directly addressed him on the subject, was nevertheless deeply interested in his spiritual condition.

22.¶14	"You ought to speak to him, Bertram," she said one day to her brother very indignantly, as she read a fresh paragraph alluding to an impending conversion.  "You are his friend.  What is the use of friendship if not in such a crisis as this?"

22.¶15	"I see no use in speaking to a man about love or religion," said Bertram; "they are both stronger than friendship.  If there be any foundation for the paragraph, my interference would be of no avail; if there be none, I should only make myself ridiculous."

22.¶16	Nevertheless, Bertram looked a little more after his friend, and disturbing the monsignore, who was at breakfast with Lothair one morning, Bertram obstinately outstayed the priest, and then said: "I tell you what, old fellow, you are rather hippish; I wish you were in the House of Commons."

22.¶17	"So do I," said Lothair, with a sigh; "but I have come into every thing ready-made.  I begin to think it very unfortunate."

22.¶18	"What are you going to do with yourself to-day?  If you be disengaged, I vote we dine together at White's, and then we will go down to the House.  I will take you to the smoking-room and introduce you to Bright, and we will trot him out on primogeniture."

22.¶19	At this moment the servant brought Lothair two letters: one was an epistle from Father Coleman, meeting Lothair's objections to becoming a patron of the Roman Catholic Bazaar, in a very unctuous and exhaustive manner; and the other from his stud-groom at Oxford, detailing some of those disagreeable things which will happen with absent masters who will not answer letters.  Lothair loved his stable, and felt particularly anxious to avoid the threatened visit of Father Coleman on the morrow.  His decision was rapid.  "I must go down, this afternoon to Oxford, my dear fellow.  My stable is in confusion.  I shall positively return to-morrow, and I will dine with you at White's, and we will go to the House of Commons together, or go to the play."

CHAPTER 23

23.¶1	Lothair's stables were about three miles from Oxford.  They were a rather considerable establishment, in which he had taken much interest, and, having always intended to return to Oxford in the early part of the year, although he had occasionally sent for a hack or two to London, his stud had been generally maintained.

23.¶2	The morning after his arrival, he rode over to the stables, where he had ordered his drag to be ready.  About a quarter of a mile before he reached his place of destination, he observed at some little distance a crowd in the road, and, hastening on, perceived as he drew nearer a number of men clustered round a dismantled vehicle, and vainly endeavoring to extricate and raise a fallen horse; its companion, panting and foaming, with broken harness but apparently uninjured, standing aside and held by a boy.  Somewhat apart stood a lady alone.  Lothair immediately dismounted and approached her, saying, "I fear you are in trouble, madam.  Perhaps I may be of service?"

23.¶3	The lady was rather tall, and of a singularly distinguished presence.  Her air and her costume alike intimated high breeding and fashion.  She seemed quite serene amid the tumult and confusion, and apparently the recent danger.  As Lothair spoke, she turned her head to him, which had been at first a little averted, and he beheld a striking countenance, but one which he instantly felt he did not see for the first time.

23.¶4	She bowed with dignity to Lothair, and said in a low but distinct voice: "You are most courteous, sir.  We have had a sad: accident, but a great escape.  Our horses ran away with us, and, had it not been for that heap of stones, I do not see how we could have been saved."

23.¶5	"Fortunately my stables are at hand," said Lothair, "and I have a carriage waiting for me at this moment, not a quarter of a mile away.  It is at your service, and I will send for it," and his groom, to whom he gave directions, galloped off.

23.¶6	There was a shout as the fallen horse was on his legs again, much cut, and the carriage shattered and useless.  A gentleman came from the crowd and approached the lady.  He was tall and fair, and not ill-favored, with fine dark eyes and high cheekbones, and still young, though an enormous beard at the first glance gave him an impression of years, the burden of which he really did not bear.  His dress, though not vulgar, was richer and more showy than is usual in this country, and altogether there was something in his manner which, though calm and full of self-respect, was different from the conventional refinement of England.  Yet he was apparently an Englishman, as he said to the lady, "It is a bad business, but we must be thankful it is no worse.  What troubles me is how you are to get back.  It will be a terrible walk over these stony roads, and I can hear of no conveyance."

23.¶7	"My husband," said the lady, as with dignity she presented the person to Lothair. "This gentleman," she continued, "has most kindly offered us the use of his carriage, which is almost at hand."

23.¶8	"Sir, you are a friend," said the gentleman. "I thought there were no horses that I could not master, but it seems I am mistaken.  I bought these only yesterday; took a fancy to them as we were driving about, and bought them of a dealer in the road."

23.¶9	"That seems a clever animal," said Lothair, pointing to the one uninjured.

23.¶10	"Ah! you like horses?" said the gentleman.

23.¶11	"Well, I have some taste that way."

23.¶12	"We are visitors to Oxford," said the lady. "Colonel Campian, like all Americans, is very interested in the ancient parts of England."

23.¶13	"To-day we were going to Blenheim," said the colonel, "but I thought I would try these new tits a bit on a by-road first."

23.¶14	"All's well that ends well," said Lothair; "and there is no reason why you should not fulfil your intention of going to Blenheim, for here is my carriage, and it is entirely at your service for the whole day, and, indeed, as long as you stay at Oxford."

23.¶15	"Sir, there requires no coronet on Your carriage to tell me you are a nobleman," said the colonel.  "I like frank manners, and I like your team.  I know few things that would please me more than to try them."

23.¶16	They were four roans, highly bred, with black manes and tails.  They had the Arab eye, with arched neck and seemed proud of themselves and their master.

23.¶17	"I do not see why we should not go to Blenheim," said the colonel.

23.¶18	"Well, not to-day," said the lady, "I think.  We have had an escape, but one feels these things a little more afterward than at the time.  I would rather go back to Oxford and be quiet; and there is more than one college which you have not yet seen."

23.¶19	"My team is entirely at your service wherever you go," said Lothair; "but I cannot venture to drive you to Oxford, for I am there in statu pupillari and a proctor might arrest us all.  But perhaps," and he approached the lady, "you will permit me to call on you to-morrow, when I hope I may find you have not suffered by this misadventure."

23.¶20	"We have got a professor dining with us to-day at seven o'clock," said the colonel, "at our hotel, and if you be disengaged and would join the party you would add to the favors which you know so well how to confer."

23.¶21	Lothair handed the lady into the carriage, the colonel mounted the box and took the ribbons like a master, and the four roans trotted away with their precious charge and their two grooms behind with folded arms and imperturbable countenances.

23.¶22	Lothair watched the equipage until it vanished in the distance.

23.¶23	“It is impossible to forget that countenance," he said; “and I fancy I did hear at the time that she had married an American.  Well, I shall meet her at dinner ‑‑ that is something."  And he sprang into his saddle.

CHAPTER 24

24.¶1	The Oxford professor, who was the guest of the American colonel, was quite a young man, of advanced opinions on all subjects, religious, social, and political.  He was clever, extremely well-informed, so far as books can make a man knowing, but unable to profit even by his limited experience of life from a restless vanity and overflowing conceit, which prevented him from ever observing or thinking of any thing but himself.  He was gifted with a great command of words, which took the form of endless exposition, varied by sarcasm and passages of ornate jargon.  He was the last person one would have expected to recognize in an Oxford professor; but we live in times of transition.

24.¶2	A Parisian man of science, who had passed his life in alternately fighting at barricades and discovering planets, had given Colonel Campian, who had lived much in the French capital, a letter of introduction to the professor, whose invectives against the principles of English society were hailed by foreigners as representative of the sentiments of venerable Oxford.  The professor, who was not satisfied with his home career, and, like many men of his order of mind, had dreams of wild vanity which the New World, they think, can alone realize, was very glad to make the colonel's acquaintance, which might facilitate his future movements.  So he had lionized the distinguished visitors during the last few days over the university, and had availed himself of plenteous opportunities for exhibiting to them his celebrated powers of exposition, his talent for sarcasm, which he deemed peerless, and several highly-finished, picturesque passages, which were introduced with contemporary art.

24.¶3	The professor was very much surprised when he saw Lothair enter the saloon at the hotel.  He was the last person in Oxford whom he expected to encounter.  Like sedentary men of extreme opinions, he was a social parasite, and instead of indulging in his usual invectives against peers and princes, finding himself unexpectedly about to dine with one of that class, he was content only to dazzle and amuse him.

24.¶4	Mrs. Campian only entered the room when dinner was announced.  She greeted Lothair with calmness but amenity, and took his offered arm.

24.¶5	"You have not suffered, I hope?" said Lothair.

24.¶6	"Very little, and through your kindness."

24.¶7	It was a peculiar voice, low and musical, too subdued to call thrilling, but a penetrating voice, so that, however ordinary the observation, it attracted and impressed attention.  But it was in harmony with all her appearance and manner.  Lothair thought he had never seen any one or any thing so serene; the serenity, however, not of humbleness, nor of merely conscious innocence; it was not devoid of a degree of majesty; what one pictures of Olympian repose.  And the countenance was Olympian: a Phidian face, with large gray eyes and dark lashes; wonderful hair, abounding without art, and gathered together by Grecian fillets.

24.¶8	The talk was of Oxford, and was at first chiefly maintained by the colonel and the professor.

24.¶9	"And do you share Colonel Campian's feeling about Old England ?" inquired Lothair of his hostess.

24.¶10	"The present interests me more than the past," said the lady, "and the future more than the present."

24.¶11	"The present seems to me as unintelligible as the future," said Lothair.

24.¶12	"I think it is intelligible," said the lady, with a faint smile.  "It has many faults but, not, I think, the want of clearness."

24.¶13	"I am not a destructive," said the professor, addressing the colonel, but speaking loudly; "I would maintain Oxford, under any circumstances, with the necessary changes."

24.¶14	"And what are those might I ask?" inquired Lothair.

24.¶15	"In reality, not much.  I would get rid of the religion."

24.¶16	"Get rid of the religion!" said Lothair.

24.¶17	"You have got rid of it once," said the professor.

24.¶18	"You have altered, you have what people call reformed it," said Lothair; "but you have not abolished or banished it from the university."

24.¶19	"The shock would not be greater, nor so great, as the change from the papal to the Reformed faith.  Besides, universities have nothing to do with religion."

24.¶20	"I thought universities were universal," said Lothair, "and had something to do with every thing."

24.¶21	"I cannot conceive any society of any kind without religion," said the lady.

24.¶22	Lothair glanced at her beautiful brow with devotion as she uttered these words.

24.¶23	Colonel Campian began to talk about horses.  After that the professor proved to him that he was related to Edmund Campian, the Jesuit; and then he got to the Gunpowder Plot, which, he was not sure, if successful, might not have beneficially influenced the course of our history.  Probably the Irish difficulty would not then have existed.

24.¶24	"I dislike plots," said the lady; "they always fail."

24.¶25	"And, whatever their object, are they not essentially immoral?" said Lothair.

24.¶26	"I have more faith in ideas than in persons," said the lady.  "When a truth is uttered, it will, sooner or later, be recognized.  It is only an affair of time.  It is better that it should mature and naturally germinate than be forced."

24.¶27	"You would reduce us to lotus-eaters," exclaimed the professor.  "Action is natural to man.  And what, after all, are conspiracies and revolutions but great principles in violent action?"

24.¶28	"I think you must be an admirer of repose," said Lothair to the lady, in a low voice.

24.¶29	"Because I have seen something of action in my life;" said the lady, "and it is an experience of wasted energies and baffled thoughts."

24.¶30	When they returned to the saloon, the colonel and the professor became interested in the constitution and discipline of the American universities.  Lothair hung about the lady, who was examining some views of Oxford, and who was ascertaining what she had seen and what she had omitted to visit.  They were thinking of returning home on the morrow.

24.¶31	"Without seeing Blenheim?" said Lothair.

24.¶32	"Without seeing Blenheim," said the lady; "I confess to a pang; but I shall always associate with that name your great kindness to us."

24.¶33	"But cannot we for once enter into a conspiracy together," said Lothair, "and join in a happy plot and contrive to go?  Besides, I could take you to the private gardens, for the duke has given me a perpetual order, and they are really exquisite."

24.¶34	The lady seemed to smile.

24.¶35	"Theodora," said the colonel, speaking from the end of the room, "what have you settled about your train to-morrow?"

24.¶36	"We want, to stay another day here," said Theodora, "and go to Blenheim."

CHAPTER 25

25.¶1	They were in the private gardens at Blenheim.  The sun was brilliant over the ornate and yet picturesque scene.

25.¶2	"Beautiful, is it not?" exclaimed Lothair.

25.¶3	"Yes, certainly beautiful," said Theodora.  "But, do you know, I do not feel altogether content in these fine gardens?  The principle of exclusion on which they are all founded is to me depressing.  I require in all things sympathy.  You would not agree with me in this.  The manners of your country are founded on exclusion."

25.¶4	"But, surely, there are times and places when one would like to be alone."

25.¶5	"Without doubt," said the lady; "only I do not like artificial loneliness.  Even your parks, which all the world praises, do not quite satisfy me.  I prefer a forest where all may go ‑‑ even the wild beasts."

25.¶6	"But forests are not at command," said Lothair.

25.¶7	"So you make a solitude and call it peace," said the lady, with a slight smile.  "For my part, my perfect life would be a large and beautiful village.  I admire Nature, but I require the presence of humanity.  Life in great cities is too exhausting; but in my village there should be air, streams, and beautiful trees, a picturesque scene, but enough of my fellow-creatures to insure constant duty."

25.¶8	"But the fulfilment of duty and society, founded on what you call the principle of exclusion, are not incompatible," said Lothair.

25.¶9	"No, but difficult.  What should be natural becomes an art; and in every art it is only the few who can be first rate."

25.¶10	"I have an ambition to be a first-rate artist in that respect," said Lothair, thoughtfully.

25.¶11	"That does you much honor," she replied, "for you necessarily embark in a most painful enterprise.  The toiling multitude have their sorrows, which, I believe, will some day be softened, and obstacles hard to overcome; but I have always thought that the feeling of satiety, almost inseparable from large possessions, is a surer cause of misery than ungratified desires."

25.¶12	"It seems to me that there is a great deal to do," said Lothair.

25.¶13	"I think so," said the lady.

25.¶14	"Theodora," said the colonel, who was a little in advance with the professor, and turning round his head, "this reminds me of Mirabel," and he pointed to the undulating banks covered with rare shrubs, and touching the waters of the lake.

25.¶15	"And where is Mirabel?" said Lothair.

25.¶16	"It was a green island in the Adriatic," said the lady, "which belonged to Colonel Campian; we lost it in the troubles.  Colonel Campian was very fond of it.  I try to persuade him that our home was of volcanic origin, and has only vanished and subsided into its native bed."

25.¶17	"And were not you fond of it?"

25.¶18	"I never think of the past," said the lady.

25.¶19	"Oxford is not the first place where I had the pleasure of meeting you," Lothair ventured at length to observe.

25.¶20	"Yes, we have met before, in Hyde Park Gardens.  Our hostess is a clever woman, and has been very kind to some friends of mine."

25.¶21	"And have you seen her lately?"

25.¶22	"She comes to see us sometimes.  We do not live in London, but in the vicinity.  We only go to London for the opera, of which we are devotees.  We do not at all enter general society; Colonel Campian only likes people who interest or amuse him, and he is fortunate in having rather a numerous acquaintance of that kind."

25.¶23	"Rare fortune!" said Lothair.

25.¶24	"Colonel Campian lived a great deal at Paris before we marred," said the lady, "and in a circle of considerable culture and excitement.  He is social, but not conventional."

25.¶25	"And you ‑‑ are you conventional?"

25.¶26	"Well, I live only for climate and the affections," said the lady "I am fond of society that pleases me, that is, accomplished and natural and ingenious; otherwise I prefer being alone.  As for atmosphere, as I look upon it as the main source of felicity, you may be surprised that I should reside in your country.  I should myself like to go to America, but that would not suit Colonel Campian; and, if we are to live in Europe, we must live in England.  It is not pleasant to reside in a country where, if you happen to shelter or succor a friend, you may be subject to a domiciliary visit."

25.¶27	The professor stopped to deliver a lecture or address on the villa of Hadrian.  Nothing could be more minute or picturesque than his description of that celebrated pleasaunce.  It was varied by portraits of the emperor and some of his companions, and, after a rapid glance at the fortunes of the imperial patriciate, wound up with some conclusions favorable to communism.  It was really very clever, and would have made the fortune of a literary society.

25.¶28	"I wonder if they had gravel-walks in the villa of Hadrian?" said the colonel.  "What I admire most in your country, my lord, are your gravel-walks, though that lady would not agree with me  that matter."

25.¶29	"You are against gravel-walks," said Lothair.

25.¶30	"Well, I cannot bring myself to believe that they had gravel-walks in the garden of Eden," said the lady.

25.¶31	They had a repast at Woodstock, too late for luncheon, too early for dinner, but which it was agreed should serve as the latter meal.

25.¶32	"That suits me exactly," said the lady; "I am a great foe to dinners, and indeed to all meals.  I think when the good time comes we shall give up eating in public, except perhaps fruit on a green bank with music."

25.¶33	It was a rich twilight as they drove home, the lady leaning back in the carriage silent.  Lothair sat opposite to her, and gazed upon a countenance on which the moon began to glisten, and which seemed unconscious of all human observation.

25.¶34	He had read of such countenances in Grecian dreams; in Corinthian temples, in fanes of Ephesus, in the radiant shadow of divine groves.

CHAPTER 26

26.¶1	When they had arrived at the hotel, Colonel Campian proposed that they should come in and have some coffee; but Theodora did not enforce this suggestion; and Lothair, feeling that she might be wearied, gracefully though unwillingly waived the proposal.  Remembering that on the noon of the morrow they were to depart, with a happy inspiration, as he said farewell, he asked permission to accompany them to the station.

26.¶2	Lothair walked away with the professor, who seemed in a conservative vein, and graciously disposed to make several concessions to the customs of an ancient country.  Though opposed to the land laws, he would operate gradually, and gave Lothair more than one receipt how to save the aristocracy.  Lothair would have preferred talking about the lady they had just quitted, but, as he soon found the professor could really give him no information about her, he let the subject drop.

26.¶3	But not out of his own mind.  He was glad to be alone and brood over the last two days.  They were among the most interesting of his life.  He had encountered a character different from any he had yet met, had listened to new views, and his intelligence had been stimulated by remarks made casually, in easy conversation, and yet to him pregnant with novel and sometimes serious meaning.  The voice, too, lingered in his ear, so hushed and deep, and yet so clear and sweet.  He leaned over his mantel-piece in teeming reverie.

26.¶4	"And she is profoundly religious," he said to himself; "she can conceive no kind of society without religion.  She has arrived at the same conclusion as myself.  What a privilege it would be to speak to her on such subjects!"

26.¶5	After a restless night the morrow came.  About eleven o'clock Lothair ventured to call on his new friends.  The lady was alone; she was standing by the window, reading an Italian newspaper, which she folded up and placed aside when Lothair was announced.

26.¶6	"We propose to walk to the station," said Theodora; "the servants have gone on.  Colonel Campian has a particular aversion to moving with any luggage.  He restricts me to this," she said, pointing to her satchel, in which she had placed the foreign newspaper, "and for that he will not be responsible."

26.¶7	"It was most kind of you to permit me to accompany you this morning," said Lothair; "I should have been grieved to have parted abruptly last night."

26.¶8	"I could not refuse such a request," said the lady; "but do you know, I never like to say farewell, even for four-and-twenty hours?  One should vanish like a spirit."

26.¶9	"Then I have erred," said Lothair, "against your rules and principles."

26.¶10	"Say my fancies," said the lady, "my humors, my whims.  Besides, this is not a farewell.  You will come and see us.  Colonel Campian tells me you have promised to give us that pleasure."

26.¶11	"It will be the greatest pleasure to me," said Lothair; "I can conceive nothing greater." And then hesitating a little, and a little blushing, he added, "When do you think I might come?"

26.¶12	"Whenever you like," said the lady; "you will always find me at home.  My life is this: I ride every day very early, and far into the country, so I return tamed some two or three hours after noon, and devote myself to my friends.  We are at home every evening, except opera nights; and let me tell you, because it is not the custom generally among your compatriots, we are always at home on Sundays."

26.¶13	Colonel Campian entered the room; the moment of departure was at hand.  Lothair felt the consolation of being their companion to the station.  He had once hoped it might be possible to be their companion in the train; but he was not encouraged.

26.¶14	"Railways have elevated and softened the lot of man," said Theodora, "and Colonel Campian views them with almost a religious sentiment.  But I cannot read in a railroad, and the human voice is distressing to me amid the whirl and the whistling, and the wild panting of the loosened megatheria who drag us.  And then those terrible grottos ‑‑ it is quite a descent of Proserpine; so I have no resources but my thoughts."

26.¶15	"And surely that is sufficient," murmured Lothair.

26.¶16	"Not when the past is expelled," said the lady.

26.¶17	"But the future," said Lothair.

26.¶18	"Yes, that is ever interesting, but so vague that it sometimes induces slumber."

26.¶19	The bell sounded; Lothair handed the lady to her compartment.

26.¶20	"Our Oxford visit," she said, "has been a great success, and mainly through you."

26.¶21	The colonel was profuse in his cordial farewells, and it seemed they would never have ended had not the train moved.

26.¶22	Lothair remained upon the platform until it was out of sight, and then exclaimed, "Is it a dream, or shall I ever see her again?"

CHAPTER 27

27.¶1	Lothair reached London late in the afternoon.  Among the notes and cards and letters on his table was a long and pressing dispatch from Mr. Putney Giles awaiting his judgment and decision on many points.

27.¶2	"The central inauguration, if I may use the term," said Mr. Putney Giles, "is comparatively easy.  It is an affair of expense and of labor ‑‑ great labor; I may say unremitting labor.  But your lordship will observe the other points are not mere points of expense and labor.  We have to consult the feelings of several counties where your lordship cannot be present, at least certainly not on this occasion, and yet where an adequate recognition of those sentiments which ought to exist between the proprietor and all classes connected with him ought to be secured.  Then Scotland: Scotland is a very difficult business to manage.  It is astonishing how the sentiment lingers in that country connected with its, old independence.  I really am quite surprised at it.  One of your lordship's most important tenants wrote to me only a few days back that great dissatisfaction would prevail among your lordship's friends and tenantry in Scotland, if that country on this occasion were placed on the same level as a mere English county.  It must be recognized as a kingdom.  I almost think it would be better if we could persuade Lord Culloden, not to attend the English inauguration, but remain in the kingdom of Scotland, and take the chair and the lead throughout the festal ceremonies.  A peer of the realm, and your lordship's guardian, would impart something of  national character to the proceedings, and this, with a judicious emblazoning on some of the banners of the royal arms of Scotland, might have a conciliatory effect.  One should always conciliate.  But your lordship, upon all these points, and especially with reference to Lord Culloden, must be a much better judge than I am."

27.¶3	Lothair nearly gave a groan.  "I almost wish," he thought, "my minority would never end.  I am quite satisfied with things as they are.  What is the kingdom of Scotland to me and all these counties?  I almost begin to feel that satiety which she said was inseparable from vast possessions."

27.¶4	A letter from Bertram, reminding him that he had not dined at White's as he had promised, and suggesting some new arrangement, and another from Monsignore Catesby, earnestly urging him to attend a most peculiar and solemn function of the Church next Sunday evening, where the cardinal would officiate and preach, and in which Lady St. Jerome and Miss Arundel were particularly interested, did not restore his equanimity.

27.¶5	A dinner at White's!  He did not think he could stand a dinner at White's.  Indeed, he was not sure that he could stand any dinner anywhere, especially in this hot weather.  There was a good deal in what she said: "One ought to eat alone."

27.¶6	The ecclesiastical function was a graver matter.  It had been long contemplated, often talked about, and on occasions looked forward to by him even with a certain degree of eagerness.  He wished he had had an opportunity of speaking with her on these matters.  She was eminently religious; that she had voluntarily avowed.  And he felt persuaded that no light or thoughtless remark could fall from those lips.  He wondered to what Church she belonged?  Protestant or papal?  Her husband, being an American, was probably a Protestant, but he was a gentleman of the South, and with nothing puritanical about him.  She was a European, and probably of a Latin race.  In all likelihood she was a Roman Catholic.

27.¶7	It was Wednesday evening, and his valet reminded him that he was engaged to dine with Lord and Lady Montairy.

27.¶8	Lothair sighed.  He was so absorbed by his new feelings that he shrunk from society with a certain degree of aversion.  He felt it quite out of his power to fulfil his engagement.  He sent an excuse.  It was Lothair's first excuse.  In short, he "threw over" the Montairys, to whom he was so much attached, whom he so much admired, and whose society he had hitherto so highly prized.

27.¶9	To "throw over" a host is the most heinous of social crimes.  It ought never to be pardoned.  It disjoints a party, often defeats the combinations which might affect the results of a season, and generally renders the society incoherent and unsatisfactory.  If the outrage could ever be condoned, it might be in the instance of a young man very inexperienced, the victim of some unexpected condition of nervous feelings over which the defaulter has really no control.

27.¶10	It was evening, and the restless Lothair walked forth without a purpose, and in a direction which he rarely visited.  "It is a wonderful place," said he, "this London; a nation, not a city; with a population greater than some kingdoms, and districts as different as if they were under different governments and spoke different languages.  And what do I know of it?  I have been living here six months, and my life has been passed in a park, two or three squares, and half a dozen streets!"

27.¶11	So he walked on and soon crossed Oxford Street, like the Rhine a natural boundary, and then got into Portland Place, and then found himself in the New Road, and then he hailed a cruising Hansom, which he had previously observed was well horsed.

27.¶12	"'Tis the gondola of London," said Lothair as he sprang in.

27.¶13	"Drive on till I tell you to stop."

27.¶14	And the Hansom drove on, through, endless boulevards, some bustling, some dingy, some tawdry and flaring, some melancholy and mean; rows of garden gods, planted on the walls of yards full of vases and divinities of concrete, huge railway halls, monster hotels, dissenting chapels in the form of Gothic churches, quaint ancient almshouses that were once built in the fields, and tea-gardens and stingo-houses and knackers' yards.  They were in a district far beyond the experience of Lothair, which indeed had been exhausted when he had passed Eustonia, and from that he had been long separated.  The way was broad but ill-lit, with houses of irregular size but generally of low elevation, and sometimes detached in smoke-dried gardens.  The road was becoming a bridge which crossed a canal, with barges and wharves and timber-yards, when their progress was arrested by a crowd.  It seemed a sort of procession; there was a banner, and the lamp-light fell upon a religious emblem.  Lothair was interested, and desired the driver not to endeavor to advance.  The procession was crossing the road and entering a building.

27.¶15	"It's a Roman Catholic chapel," said a bystander in answer to Lothair.  "I believe it is a meeting about one of their schools.  They always have banners."

27.¶16	"I think I will get out," said Lothair to his driver.  "This, I suppose, will pay your fare."

27.¶17	The man stared with delight at the sovereign in his astonished palm, and in gratitude suggested that he should remain and wait for the gentleman, but the restless Lothair declined the proposal.

27.¶18	"Sir, sir," said the man, leaning down his head as low as possible from his elevated seat, and speaking in a hushed voice, "you are a real gentleman.  Do you know what all this is?"

27.¶19	"Yes, yes; some meeting about a Roman Catholic school."

27.¶20	The man shook his head.  "You are a real gentleman, and I will tell you the truth.  They meet about the schools of the order of St. Joseph ‑‑ over the left ‑‑ it is a Fenian meeting."

27.¶21	"A Fenian meeting?"

27.¶22	"Ay, ay, and you cannot enter that place without a ticket.  Just you try!  However, if a gentleman like you wants to go, you shall have my ticket," said the cab-driver; "and here it is.  And may I drive to-morrows as true a gentleman as I have driven to-day!"

27.¶23	So saying, he took a packet from his breast-pocket, and opening it offered to Lothair a green slip of paper, which was willingly accepted.  "I should like above all things to go," he said, and he blended with the rear of those who were entering the building.  The collector of the tickets stared at Lothair and scrutinized his pass, but all was in order, and Lothair was admitted.

27.¶24	He passed through a house and a yard, at the bottom of which was a rather spacious building.  When he entered it, he saw in an instant it was not a chapel.  It was what is called a temperance-hall, a room to be hired for public assemblies, with a raised platform at the end, on which were half a dozen men.  The hall was tolerably full, and Lothair came in among the last.  There were some children sitting on a form placed against the wall of the room, each with a bun which kept them quiet; the banner belonged to this school, and was the banner of St. Joseph.

27.¶25	A man dressed like a pries and known as Father O'Molloy, came forward.  He was received with signs of much sympathy, succeeded by complete silence.  He addressed them in a popular and animated style on the advantages of education.  They knew what that was, and then they cheered. . Education taught them to know their rights.  But what was the use of knowing their rights unless they enforced them?  That was not to be done by prayer-books, but by something else, and something else wanted a subscription.

27.¶26	This was the object of the meeting and the burden of all the speeches which followed, and which were progressively more outspoken than the adroit introductory discourse.  The Saxon was denounced, sometimes with coarseness, but sometimes in terms of picturesque passion; the vast and extending organization of the brotherhood was enlarged on, the great results at hand intimated; the necessity of immediate exertion on the part of every individual pressed with emphasis.  All these views and remarks received from the audience an encouraging response; and when Lothair observed men going round with boxes, and heard the clink of coin, he felt very embarrassed as to what he should do when asked to contribute to a fund raised to stimulate and support rebellion against his sovereign.  He regretted the rash restlessness which had involved him in such a position.

27.¶27	The collectors approached Lothair, who was standing at the end of the room opposite to the platform, where the space was not crowded.

27.¶28	"I should like to speak to Father O'Molloy," said Lothair; "he is a priest, and will understand my views."

27.¶29	"He is a priest here," said one of the collectors with a sardonic laugh, "but I am glad to say you will not find his name in the directory.  Father O'Molloy is on the platform and engaged."

27.¶30	"If you want to speak to the father, speak from where yon are," said the other collector.  "Here, silence! a gentleman wants to address the meeting."

27.¶31	And there was silence, and Lothair felt extremely embarrassed, but he was not wanting, though it was the first time in his life that he had addressed a public meeting.

27.¶32	"Gentlemen," said Lothair, "I really had no wish to intrude upon you; all I desired was to speak to Father O'Molloy.  I wished to tell him that it would have given me pleasure to subscribe to these schools.  I am not a Roman Catholic, but I respect the Roman Catholic religion.  But I can do nothing that will imply the slightest sanction of the opinions I have heard expressed this evening.  For your own sakes ‑‑ " but here a yell arose which forever drowned his voice.

27.¶33	"A spy, a spy!" was the general exclamation.  "We are betrayed!  Seize him!  Knock him over!" and the whole meeting seemed to have turned their backs on the platform and to be advancing on the unfortunate Lothair.  Two of the leaders on the platform at the same time leaped down from it, to direct as it were the enraged populace.

27.¶34	But at this moment a man who had been in the lower part of the hall, in the vicinity of Lothair and standing alone, pushed forward, and by his gestures and general mien arrested somewhat the crowd, so that the two leaders who leaped from the platform and bustled through the crowd came in contact with him.

27.¶35	The stranger was evidently not of the class or country of the rest assembled. He had a military appearance, and spoke with a foreign accent when he said, "This is no spy.  Keep your people off."

27.¶36	"And who are you?" inquired the leader thus addressed.

27.¶37	"One accustomed to be obeyed," said the stranger.

27.¶38	"You may be a spy yourself," said the leader.

27.¶39	"I will not undertake to say that there are no spies in this room," said the stranger, "but this person is not one, and anybody who touches this person will touch this person at his peril.  Stand off, men!"  And they stood off.  The wave retreated backward, leaving the two leaders in front.  A couple of hundred men, a moment before apparently full of furious passion and ready to take refuge in the violence of fear, were cowed by a single human being.

27.¶40	"Why, you are not afraid of one man?" said the leaders, ashamed of their following.  "Whatever betides, no one unknown shall leave this room, or it will be Bow Street to-morrow morning."

27.¶41	"Nevertheless," said the stranger, "two unknown men will leave this room and with general assent.  If any one touches this person or myself I will shoot him dead," and he drew out his revolver, "and as for the rest, look at that," he added, giving a paper to the leader of the Fenian Lodge, "and then give it me back again."

27.¶42	The leader of the Fenian Lodge glanced at the paper; he grew pale, then scarlet, folded the paper with great care and returned it reverentially to the stranger, then looking round to the assembly and waving his hand he said, "All right, the gentlemen are to go."

27.¶43	"Well, you have got out of a scrape, young air," said the stranger to Lothair when they had escaped from the hall.

27.¶44	"And how can l express my gratitude to you?" Lothair replied.

27.¶45	"Poh!" said the stranger, "a mere affair of common duty.  But what surprises me is how you got your pass-ticket."

27.¶46	Lothair told him all.

27.¶47	"They manage their affairs in general wonderfully close," said the stranger, "but I have no opinion of them.  I have just returned from Ireland, where I thought I would go and see what they really are after.  No real business in them.  Their treason is a fairy tale, and their sedition a child talking in its sleep."

27.¶48	They walked together about half a mile, and then the stranger said, "At the end of this we shall get into the City Road, and the land again of omnibus and public conveyances, and I shall wish you good night."

27.¶49	"But it is distressing to me to part thus," said Lothair.  "Pray let me call and pay my respects to my benefactor."

27.¶50	"No claim to any such title," said the stranger; "I am always glad to be of use.  I will not trouble you to call on me, for, frankly, I have no wish to increase the circle of my acquaintance.  So, good-night; and, as you seem to be fond of a little life, take my advice, and never go about unarmed."

CHAPTER 28

28.¶1	The Fenian adventure furnished the distraction which Lothair required  It broke that absorbing spell of sentiment which is the delicious but enervating privilege of the youthful heart; yet, when Lothair woke in the morning from his well-earned slumbers, the charm returned, and he fell at once into a reverie of Belmont, and a speculation when he might really pay his first visit there.  Not to-day ‑‑ that was clearly out of the question.  They had separated only yesterday, and yet it seemed an age, and the adventure of another world.  There are moods of feeling which defy alike time and space.

28.¶2	But on the morrow, Friday, he might venture to go.  But, then, would to-morrow ever come?  It seemed impossible.  How were the intervening hours to pass?  The world, however, was not so devoid of resources as himself, and had already appropriated his whole day.  And, first, Monsignore Catesby came to breakfast with him, talking of every thing that was agreeable or interesting, but in reality bent on securing his presence at the impending ecclesiastical ceremony of high import, where his guardian was to officiate, and where the foundation was to be laid of the reconciliation of all churches in the bosom of the true one.  Then, in the afternoon, Lothair had been long engaged to a match of pigeon-shooting, in which pastime Bertram excelled.  It seemed there was to be a most exciting sweepstakes to-day, in which the flower of England were to compete; Lothair among them, and for the first time.

28.¶3	This great exploit of arms was to be accomplished at the Castle in the Air, a fantastic villa near the banks of the Thames, belonging to the Duke of Brecon.  His grace had been offended by the conduct or the comments of the outer world, which in his pastime had thwarted or displeased him in the free life of Battersea.  The Duke of Brecon was a gentleman easily offended, but not one of those who ever confined their sense of injury to mere words.  He prided himself on "putting down" any individual or body of men who chose to come into collision with him.  And so in the present instance he formed a club of pigeon-shooters, and lent them his villa for their rendezvous and enjoyment.  The society was exquisite, exclusive, and greatly sought after.  And the fine ladies, tempted, of course, by the beauty of the scene, honored and inspired the competing confederates by their presence.

28.¶4	The Castle in the Air was a colossal thatched cottage, built by a favorite of, King George IV.  It was full of mandarins and pagodas and green dragons, and papered with birds of many colors and with vast tails.  The gardens were pretty, and the grounds park-like, with some noble cedars and some huge walnut-trees.

28.¶5	The Duke of Brecon was rather below the middle size, but he had a singularly athletic frame not devoid of symmetry.  His head was well placed on his broad shoulders, and his mien was commanding.  He was narrow-minded and prejudiced, but acute, and endowed with an unbending will.  He was an eminent sportsman, and brave even to brutality.  His boast was that he had succeeded in every thing he had attempted, and he would not admit the possibility of future failure.  Though still a very young man, he had won the Derby, training his own horse; and he successfully managed a fine stud in defiance of the ring, whom it was one of the secret objects of his life to extirpate.  Though his manner to men was peremptory, cold, and hard, he might be described as popular, for there existed a superstitious belief in his judgment, and it was known that in some instances, when he had been consulted, he had given more than advice.  It could not be said that he was beloved, but he was feared and highly considered.  Parasites were necessary to him, though he despised them.

28.¶6	The Duke of Brecon was an avowed admirer, of Lady Corisande, and was intimate with her family.  The duchess liked him much, and was often seen at ball or assembly on his arm.  He had such excellent principles, she said; was so straight-forward, so true and firm.  It was whispered that even Lady Corisande had remarked that the Duke of Brecon was the only young man of the time who had "character."  The truth is, the duke, though absolute and hard to men, could be soft and deferential to women, and such an exception to a general disposition has a charm.  It was said, also, that he had, when requisite, a bewitching smile.

28.¶7	If there were any thing or any person in the world that St. Aldegonde hated more than another, it was the Duke of Brecon.  Why St. Aldegonde hated him was not very clear, for they had never crossed each other, nor were the reasons for his detestation, which he occasionally gave, entirely satisfactory: sometimes it was because the duke drove piebalds; sometimes because he had a large sum in the funds, which St. Aldegonde thought disgraceful for a duke; sometimes because he wore a particular hat, though, with respect to this last allegation, it does not follow that St. Aldegonde was justified in his criticism, for in all these matters St. Aldegonde was himself very deficient, and had once strolled up St. James's Street with his dishevelled looks crowned with a wide-awake.  Whatever might be the cause, St. Aldegonde generally wound up ‑‑ "I tell you what, Bertha, if Corisande marries that follow, I have made up my mind to go to the Indian Ocean.  It is a country I never have seen, and Pinto tells me you cannot do it well under five years."

28.¶8	"I hope you will take me, Grenville, with you," said Lady St. Aldegonde, "because it is highly probable Corisande will marry the duke; mamma, you know, likes him so much."

28.¶9	"Why cannot Corisande marry Carisbrooke?" said St. Aldegonde, pouting; "he is a really good fellow, much better-looking, and so far as land is concerned, which after all is the only thing, has as large an estate as the duke."

28.¶10	"Well, these things depend a little upon taste," said Lady St. Aldegonde.

28.¶11	"No, no," said St. Aldegonde; "Corisande must marry Carisbrooke.  Your father would not like my going to the Indian Archipelago and not returning for five years, perhaps never returning.  Why should Corisande break up our society? ‑‑ why are people so selfish?  I never could go to Brentham again if the Duke of Brecon is always to be there, giving his opinion, and being what your mother calls 'straightforward' ‑‑ I hate a straightforward fellow.  As Pinto says, if every man were straightforward in his opinions, there would be no conversation.  The fun of talk is to find out what a man really thinks, then contrast it with the enormous lies he has been telling all dinner, and, perhaps, all his life."

28.¶12	It was a favorable day for the Castle in the Air; enough, but not too much sun, and a gentle breeze.  Some pretty feet, not alone, were sauntering in the gardens, some pretty lips lingered in the rooms sipping tea; but the mass of the fair visitors, marvellously attired, were assembled at the scene of action, seated on chairs and in groups, which assumed something of the form of an amphitheatre.  There were many gentlemen in attendance on them, or independent spectators of the sport.  The field was large, not less than forty competitors, and comprising many of the best shots in England.  The struggle therefore, was long and ably maintained; but, as the end approached, it was evident that the contest would be between Bertram, Lothair, and the Duke of Brecon.

28.¶13	Lady St. Aldegonde and Lady Montairy were there and their unmarried sister.  The married sisters were highly excited in favor of their brother, but Lady Corisande said nothing.  At last Bertram missed a bird, or rather his bird, which he had hit, escaped, and fell beyond the enclosure.  Lothair was more successful, and it seemed that it might be a tie between him and the duke.  His grace, when called, advanced with confident composure, and apparently killed both his birds, when, at this moment, a dog rushed forward and chased one of the mortally-struck pigeons.  The blue-rock, which was content to die by the hand of a duke, would not deign to be worried by a dog, and it frantically moved its expiring wings, scaled the paling, and died.  So Lothair won the prize.

28.¶14	"Well," said Lady Montairy to Lothair, "as Bertram was not to win, I am glad it was you."

28.¶15	"And you will not congratulate me?" said Lothair to Lady Corisande.

28.¶16	She rather shook her head.  "A tournament of doves," she said.  "I would rather see you all in the lists of Ashby."

28.¶17	Lothair had to dine this day with one of the vanquished.  This was Mr. Brancepeth, celebrated for his dinners, still more for his guests.  Mr. Brancepeth was a grave young man.  It was supposed that he was always meditating over the arrangement of his menus, or the skilful means by which he could assemble together the right persons to partake of them.  Mr. Brancepeth had attained the highest celebrity in his peculiar career.  To dine with Mr. Brancepeth was a social incident that was mentioned.  Royalty had consecrated his banquets, and a youth of note was scarcely a graduate of society who had not been his guest.  There was one person, however, who, in this respect, had not taken his degree, and, as always happens under such circumstances, he was the individual on whom Mr. Brancepeth was most desirous to confer it; and this was St. Aldegonde.  In vain Mr. Brancepeth had approached him with vast cards of invitation to hecatombs, and with insinuating little notes to dinners sans façon; proposals which the presence of princes might almost construe into a command, or the presence of some one even more attractive than princes must invest with irresistible charm.  It was all in vain.  "Not that I dislike Brancepeth," said St. Aldegonde; "I rather like him: I like a man who can do only one thing, but does that well.  But then I hate dinners."

28.¶18	But the determined and the persevering need never despair of gaining their object in this world.  And this very day, riding home from the Castle in the Air, Mr. Brancepeth overtook St. Aldegonde, who was lounging about on a rough Scandinavian cob, as dishevelled as himself, listless and groomless.  After riding together for twenty minutes, St. Aldegonde informed Mr. Brancepeth, as was his general custom with his companions, that he was bored to very extinction, and that he did not know what he should do with himself for the rest of the day.  "If I could only get Pinto to go with me, I think I would run down to the Star and Garter, or perhaps to Hampton Court."

28.¶19	"You will not be able to get Pinto today," said Mr. Brancepeth, "for be dines with me."

28.¶20	"What an unlucky fellow I am!" exclaimed St. Aldegonde, entirely to himself.  "I had made up my mind to dine with Pinto to-day."

28.¶21	"And why should you not?  Why not meet Pinto at my house?"

28.¶22	"Well, that is not my way," said St. Aldegonde, but not in a decided tone.  "You know I do not like strangers, and crowds of wine-glasses, and what is called all the delicacies of the season."

28.¶23	"You will meet no one that you do not know and like.  It is a little dinner I made for ‑‑ " and he mentioned Lothair.

28.¶24	"I like Lothair," said St. Aldegonde, dreamily.  "He is a nice boy."

28.¶25	"Well, you will have him and Pinto to yourself."

28.¶26	The large fish languidly rose and swallowed the bait, and the exulting Mr. Brancepeth cantered off to Hill Street to give the necessary instructions.

28.¶27	Mr. Pinto was one of the marvels of English society; the most sought after of all its members, though no one could tell you exactly why.  He was a little oily Portuguese, middle-aged, corpulent, and somewhat bald, with dark eyes of sympathy, not unmixed with humor.  No one knew who he was, and in a country the most scrutinizing as to personal details, no one inquired or cared to know.  A quarter of a century ago an English noble had caught him in his travels, and brought him young to England, where he had always remained.  From the favorite of an individual, he had become the oracle of a circle, and then the idol of society.  All this time his manner remained unchanged.  He was never at any time either humble or pretentious.  Instead of being a parasite, everybody flattered him; and instead of being a hanger-on of society, society hung on Pinto.

28.¶28	It must have been the combination of many pleasing qualities, rather than the possession of any commanding one, that created his influence.  He certainly was not a wit yet he was always gay, and always said things that made other people merry.  His conversation was sparkling, interesting, and fluent, yet it was observed he never gave an opinion on any subject and never told an anecdote.  Indeed, he would sometimes remark, when a man fell into his anecdotage, it was a sign for him to retire from the world.  And yet Pinto rarely opened his mouth without everybody being stricken with mirth.  He had the art of viewing common things in a fanciful light, and the rare gift of raillery which flattered the self-love of those whom it seemed sportively not to spare.  Sometimes those who had passed a fascinating evening with Pinto would try to remember on the morrow what he had said, and could recall nothing.  He was not an intellectual Crœsus, but his pockets were full of six-pences.

28.¶29	One of the ingredients of his social spell was no doubt his manner, which was tranquil even when he was droll.  He never laughed except with his eyes, and delivered himself of his most eccentric fancies in an unctuous style.  He had a rare gift of mimicry, which he used with extreme reserve, and therefore was proportionately effective when displayed.  Add to all this, a sweet voice, a soft hand, and a disposition both soft and sweet, like his own Azores.  It was understood that Pinto was easy in his circumstances, though no one know where these circumstances were.  His equipage was worthy of his position, and in his little house in May Fair he sometimes gave a dinner to a fine lady, who was as proud of the event as the Queen of Sheba of her visit to Solomon the Great.

28.¶30	When St. Aldegonde arrived in Hill Street, and slouched into the saloon with as uncouth and graceless a general mien as a handsome and naturally graceful man could contrive to present, his keen though listless glance at once revealed to him that he was as he described it at dinner to Hugo Bohun in a social jungle, in which there was a great herd of animals that he particularly disliked, namely, what he entitled "swells."  The scowl on his distressed countenance at first intimated a retreat; but after a survey, courteous to his host, and speaking kindly to Lothair as he passed on, he made a rush to Mr. Pinto, and, cordially embracing him, said, "Mind we sit together."

28.¶31	The dinner was not a failure, though an exception to the polished ceremony of the normal Brancepeth banquet.  The host headed his table, with the Duke of Brecon on his right and Lothair on his left hand, and "swells" of calibre in their vicinity; but St. Aldegonde sat far away, next to Mr. Pinto, and Hugo Bohun on the other side of that gentleman.  Hugo Bohun loved swells, but he loved St. Aldegonde more.  The general conversation in the neighborhood of Mr. Brancepeth did not flag: they talked of the sport of the morning, and then, by association of ideas, of every other sport.  And then from the sports of England they ranged to the sports of every other country.  There were several there who had caught salmon in Norway and killed tigers in Bengal, and visited those countries only for that purpose.  And then they talked of horses, and then they talked of women.

28.¶32	Lothair was rather silent; for in this society of ancients, the youngest of whom was perhaps not less than five-and-twenty, and some with nearly a lustre added to that mature period, he felt the awkward modesty of a freshman.  The Duke of Brecon talked much, but never at length.  He decided every thing, at least to his own satisfaction; and if his opinion were challenged, remained unshaken, and did not conceal it.

28.¶33	All this time a different scene was enacting at the other end of the table.  St. Aldegonde, with his back turned to his other neighbor, hung upon the accents of Mr. Pinto, and Hugo Bohun imitated St. Aldegonde.  What Mr. Pinto said or was saying was quite inaudible, for he always spoke low, and in the present case he was invisible, like an ortolan smothered in vine-leaves; but every, now and then St. Aldegonde broke into a frightful shout, and Hugo Bohun tittered immensely.  Then St. Aldegonde, throwing himself back in his chair, and talking to himself or the ceiling, would exclaim, "Best thing I ever heard," while Hugo nodded sympathy with a beaming smile.

28.¶34	The swells now and then paused in their conversation and glanced at the scene of disturbance.

28.¶35	"They seem highly amused there," said Mr. Brancepeth.  "I wish they would pass it on."

28.¶36	"I think St. Aldegonde," said the Duke of Brecon, "is the least conventional man of my acquaintance."

28.¶37	Notwithstanding this stern sneer, a practiced general like Mr. Brancepeth felt he had won the day.  All his guests would disperse and tell the world that they had dined with him and met St. Aldegonde, and to-morrow there would be a blazoned paragraph in the journals commemorating the event, and written as if by a herald.  What did a little disturb his hospitable mind was that St. Aldegonde literally tasted nothing.  He did not care so much for his occasionally leaning on the table with both his elbows, but that he should pass by every dish was distressing.  So Mr. Brancepeth whispered to his own valet ‑‑ a fine gentleman, who stood by his master's chair and attended on no one else, except, when requisite, his master's immediate neighbor ‑‑ and desired him to suggest to St. Aldegonde whether the side-table might not provide, under the difficulties, some sustenance.  St. Aldegonde seemed quite gratified by the attention, and said he should like to have some cold meat.  Now, that was the only thing the side-table, bounteous as was its disposition, could not provide.  All the joints of the season were named in vain, and pies and preparations of many climes.  But nothing would satisfy St. Aldegonde but cold meat.

28.¶38	"Well, now I shall begin my dinner," he said to Pinto, when he was at length served.  "What surprises me most in you is your English.  There is not a man who speaks such good English as you do."

28.¶39	"English is an expressive language," said Mr. Pinto, "but not difficult to master.  Its range is limited.  It consists, as far as I can observe, of four words: 'nice,' 'jolly,' 'charming,' and 'bore;' and some grammarians add 'fond.'"

28.¶40	When the guests rose and returned to the saloon, St. Aldegonde was in high spirits, and talked to every one, even to the Duke of Brecon, whom he considerately reminded of his defeat in the morning, adding that from what he had seen of his grace's guns he had no opinion of them, and that he did not believe that breech-loaders suited pigeon-shooting.

28.¶41	Finally, when he bade farewell to his host, St. Aldegonde assured him that he "never in his life made so good a dinner, and that Pinto had never been so rich."

28.¶42	When the party broke up, the majority of the guests went, sooner or later, to a ball that was given this evening by Lady St. Jerome.  Others, who never went to balls, looked forward with refined satisfaction to a night of unbroken tobacco.  St. Aldegonde went to play whist at the house of a lady who lived out of town.  "I like the drive home," he said; "the morning air is so refreshing when one has lost one's money."

28.¶43	A ball at St. Jerome House was a rare event, but one highly appreciated.  It was a grand mansion, with a real suite of state apartments, including a genuine ballroom in the Venetian style, and lighted with chandeliers of rock-crystal.  Lady St. Jerome was a woman of taste and splendor and romance, who could do justice to the scene and occasion.  Even Lord St. Jerome, quiet as he seemed, in these matters was popular with young men.  It was known that Lord St. Jerome gave, at his ball suppers, the same champagne that he gave at his dinners, and that was of the highest class.  In short, a patriot.  We talk with wondering execration of the great poisoners of past ages, the Borgias, the inventor of aqua tofana, and the amiable Marchioness de Brinvilliers; but Pinto was of opinion that there were more social poisoners about in the present day than in the darkest, and the most demoralized periods, and then none of them are punished; which is so strange, he would add, as they are all found out.

28.¶44	Lady St. Jerome received Lothair, as Pinto said, with extreme unction.  She looked in his eyes, she retained his hand, she said that what she had heard had made her so happy.  And then, when he was retiring, she beckoned him back and said she must have some tea, and, taking his arm, they walked away together.  "I have so much to tell you," she said, "and every thing is so interesting.  I think we are on the eve of great events.  The monsignore told me your heart was with us.  It must be.  They are your own thoughts, your own wishes.  We are realizing your own ideal.  I think next Sunday will be remembered as a great day in English history; the commencement of a movement that may save every thing.  The monsignore, I know, has told you all."

28.¶45	Not exactly; the Oxford visit had deranged a little the plans of the monsignore, but he had partially communicated the vast scheme.  It seems there was a new society to be instituted for the restoration of Christendom.  The change of name from Christendom to Europe had proved a failure and a disastrous one.  "And what wonder?" said Lady St. Jerome.  "Europe is not even a quarter of the globe, as the philosophers pretended it was.  There is already a fifth division, and probably there will be many more, as the philosophers announce it impossible."  The cardinal was to inaugurate the institution on Sunday next at the Jesuits' Church, by one of his celebrated sermons.  It was to be a function of the highest class.  All the faithful of consideration were to attend, but the attendance was not to be limited to the faithful.  Every sincere adherent of church principles who was in a state of prayer and preparation, was solicited to be present and join in the holy and common work of restoring to the Divine Master His kingdom upon earth with its rightful name.

28.¶46	It was a brilliant ball.  All the "nice" people in London were there.  All the young men who now will never go to balls were present.  This was from respect to the high character of Lord St. Jerome.  Clare Arundel looked divine, dressed in a wondrous white robe garlanded with violets, just arrived from Paris, a present from her god-mother, the Duchess of Lorrain-Sehulenbourg.  On her head a violet-wreath, deep and radiant as her eyes, and which admirably contrasted with her dark golden-brown hair.

28.¶47	Lothair danced with her, and never admired her more.  Her manner toward him was changed.  It was attractive, even alluring.  She smiled on him, she addressed him in tones of sympathy, even of tenderness.  She seemed interested in all he was doing; she flattered him by a mode which is said to be irresistible to a man, by talking only of himself.  When the dance had finished, he offered to attend her to the tea-room.  She accepted the invitation even with cordiality.

28.¶48	"I think I must have some tea," she said, "and I like to go with my kinsman."

28.¶49	Just before supper was announced, Lady St. Jerome told Lothair, to his surprise, that he was to attend Miss Arundel to the great ceremony.  "It is Clare's ball," said Lady St. Jerome, "given in her honor, and you are to take care of her."

28.¶50	"I am more than honored," said Lothair.  "But does Miss Arundel wish it, for, to tell you the truth, I thought I had rather abused her indulgence this evening?"

28.¶51	"Of course she wishes it," said Lady St. Jerome.  "Who should lead her out on such an occasion ‑‑ her own ball ‑‑ than the nearest and dearest relation she has in the world, except ourselves?"

28.¶52	Lothair made no reply to this unanswerable logic, but was as surprised as he was gratified.  He recalled the hour when the kinship was, at the best, but coldly recognized, the inscrutable haughtiness, even distrust, with which Miss Arundel listened to the exposition of his views and feelings, and the contrast which her past mood presented to her present brilliant sympathy and cordial greeting.  But he yielded to the magic of the flowing hour.  Miss Arundel, seemed, indeed, quite a changed being to-night, full of vivacity, fancy, feeling ‑‑ almost fun.  She was witty, and humorous, and joyous, and fascinating.  As he fed her with cates as delicate as her lips, and manufactured for her dainty beverages which would not outrage their purity, Lothair, at last, could not refrain from intimating his sense of her unusual but charming joyousness.

28.¶53	"No," she said, turning round with animation, "my natural disposition, always repressed, because I have felt overwhelmed by the desolation of the world.  But now I have hope; I have more than hope, I have joy.  I feel sure this idea of the restoration of Christendom comes from Heaven.  It has restored me to myself, and has given me a sense of happiness in this life which I never could contemplate.  But what is the climax of my joy is, that you, after all my own blood, and one in whose career I have ever felt the deepest interest, should be ordained to lay, as it were, the first stone of this temple of divine love."

28.¶54	It was break of day when Lothair jumped into his brougham.  "Thank Heaves," he exclaimed, "it is at last Friday!"

CHAPTER 29

29.¶1	There is something very pleasant in a summer suburban ride in the valley of the Thames.  London transforms itself into bustling Knightsbridge, and airy Brompton, brightly and gracefully, lingers cheerfully in the long, miscellaneous, well-watered King's-road, and only says farewell when you come to an abounding river and a picturesque bridge.  The boats were bright upon the waters when Lothair crossed it, and his dark chestnut barb, proud of its resplendent form, curveted with joy when it. reached a green common, studded occasionally with a group of pines and well bedecked with gorse.  After this he pursued the public road for a couple of miles until he observed on his left hand a gate on which was written "private road," and here he stopped.  The gate was locked, but, when Lothair assured the keeper that he was about to visit Belmont, he was permitted to enter.

29.¶2	He entered a green and winding lane, fringed with tall elms, and dim with fragrant shade, and, after proceeding about half a mile, came to a long, low-built lodge, with a thatched and shelving roof, and surrounded by a rustic colonnade covered with honeysuckle.  Passing through the gate at hand, he found himself in a road winding through gently-undulating banks of exquisite turf, studded with rare shrubs, and, occasionally, rarer trees.  Suddenly the confined scene expanded; wide lawns spread out before him, shadowed with the dark forms of many huge cedars, and blazing with flower-beds of every hue.  The house was also apparent, a stately mansion of hewn stone, with wings and a portico of Corinthian columns, and backed by deep woods.

29.¶3	This was Belmont, built by a favorite minister of state, to whom a grateful and gracious sovereign had granted a slice of a royal park whereon to raise a palace and a garden, and find occasionally Tusculan repose.

29.¶4	The lady of the mansion was at home, and, though Lothair was quite prepared for this, his heart beat.  The inner hall was of noble proportion, and there were ranged in it many Roman busts, and some ancient slabs and altars of marble.  These had been collected some century ago by the minister; but what immediately struck the eye of Lothair were two statues by an American artist, and both of fame, the Sybil and the Cleopatra.  He had heard of these, but had never seen them, and could not refrain from lingering a moment to gaze upon their mystical and fascinating beauty.

29.¶5	He proceeded through two spacious and lofty chambers, of which it was evident the furniture was new.  It was luxurious and rich, and full of taste; but there was no attempt to recall the past in the details; no cabinets and clocks of French kings, or tables of French queens, no chairs of Venetian senators, no candelabra, that had illumined Doges of Genoa, no ancient porcelain of rare schools, and ivory carvings and choice enamels.  The walls were hung with master-pieces of modern art, chiefly of the French school, Ingres and Delaroche and Scheffer.

29.¶6	The last saloon led into a room of smaller dimensions, opening on the garden, and which Lothair at first thought must be a fernery, it seemed so full of choice and expanding specimens of that beautiful and multiform plant; but, when his eye had become a little accustomed to the scene and to the order of the groups, be perceived they were only the refreshing and profuse ornaments of a regularly furnished and inhabited apartment.  In its centre was a table covered with writing-materials and books and some music.  There was a chair before the table, so placed as if some one had only recently quitted it; a book was open, but turned upon its face, with an ivory cutter by its side.  It would seem that the dweller in the chamber might not be far distant.  The servant invited Lothair to be seated, and, saying that Mrs. Campian must be in the garden, proceeded to inform his mistress of the arrival of a guest.

29.¶7	The room opened on a terrace adorned with statues and orange-trees, and descending gently into a garden in the Italian style, in the centre of which was a marble fountain of many figures.  The grounds were not extensive, but they were only separated from the royal park by a wire fence, so that the scene seemed alike rich and illimitable.  On the boundary was a summer-house in the shape of a classic temple, one of those pavilions of pleasure which nobles loved to raise in the last century.

29.¶8	As Lothair beheld the scene with gratification, the servant reappeared on the step of the terrace and invited him to descend.  Guiding him through the garden, the servant retired as Lothair recognized Mrs. Campian approaching them.

29.¶9	She gave her hand to Lothair and welcomed him cordially but with serenity.  They mutually exchanged hopes that their return to town had been agreeable.  Lothair could not refrain from expressing how pleased he was with Belmont.

29.¶10	"I am glad you approve of our hired home," said Theodora; "I think we were fortunate in finding one that suits our tastes and habits.  We love pictures and statues and trees and flowers, and yet we love our friends, and our friends are people who live in cities."

29.¶11	"I think I saw two statues to-day of which I have often heard," said Lothair.

29.¶12	"The Sibyl and Cleopatra! Yes Colonel Campian is rather proud of possessing them.  He collects only modern art, for which I believe there is a great future, though some of our friends think it is yet in its cradle."

29.¶13	"I am very sorry to say," said Lothair, "that I know very little about art, or indeed any thing else, but I admire what is beautiful.  I know something about architecture, at least church architecture."

29.¶14	"Well, religion has produced some of our finest buildings," said Theodora; "there is no question of that; and as long as they are adapted to what takes place in them they are admirable.  The fault I find in modern churches in this country is, that there is little relation between the ceremonies and the structure.  Nobody seems now conscious that every true architectural form has a purpose.  But I think the climax of confused ideas is capped when dissenting chapels are built like cathedrals."

29.¶15	"Ah! to build a cathedral!" exclaimed Lothair, "that is a great enterprise.  I wish I might show you some day some drawings I have of a projected cathedral."

29.¶16	"A projected cathedral!" said Theodora.  "Well, I must confess to you I never could comprehend the idea of a Protestant cathedral."

29.¶17	"But I am not quite sure," said Lothair, blushing and agitated, "that it will be a Protestant cathedral.  I have not made up my mind about that."

29.¶18	Theodora glanced at him, unobserved, with her wonderful gray eyes; a sort of supernatural light seemed to shoot from beneath their long dark lashes and read his inmost nature.  They were all this time returning, as she had suggested, to the house.  Rather suddenly she said, "By-the-by, as you are so fond of art, I ought to have asked you whether you would like to see a work by the sculptor of Cleopatra, which arrived when we were at Oxford.  We have placed it on a pedestal in the temple.  It is the Genius of Freedom.  I may say I was assisting at its inauguration when your name was announced to me."

29.¶19	Lothair caught at this proposal, and they turned and approached the temple.  Some workmen were leaving the building as they entered, and one or two lingered.

29.¶20	Upon a pedestal of porphyry rose the statue of a female in marble.  Though veiled with drapery which might have become the Goddess of Modesty, admirable art permitted the contour of the perfect form to be traced.  The feet were without sandals, and the undulating breadth of one shoulder, where the drapery was festooned, remained uncovered.  One expected with such a shape some divine visage.  That was not wanting; but humanity was asserted in the transcendent brow, which beamed with sublime thought and profound enthusiasm.

29.¶21	Some would have sighed that such beings could only be pictured in a poet's or an artist's dream, but Lothair felt that what he beheld with rapture was no ideal creation, and that he was in the presence of the inspiring original.

29.¶22	"It is too like!" he murmured.

29.¶23	"It is the most successful recurrence to the true principles of art in modern sculpture," said a gentleman on his right hand,

29.¶24	This person was a young man, though more than ten years older than Lothair.  His appearance was striking.  Above the middle height, his form, athletic though lithe and symmetrical, was crowned by a countenance aquiline but delicate, and from many circumstances of a remarkable radiancy.  The lustre of his complexion, the fire of his eye, and his chestnut hair in profuse curls, contributed much to this dazzling effect.  A thick but small mustache did not conceal his curved lip or the scornful pride of his distended nostril, and his beard, close but not long, did not veil the singular beauty of his mouth.  It was an arrogant face, daring and vivacious, yet weighted with an expression of deep and haughty thought.

29.¶25	The costume of this gentleman was rich and picturesque.  Such extravagance of form and color is sometimes encountered in the adventurous toilet of a country house, but rarely experienced in what might still be looked upon as a morning visit in the metropolis.

29.¶26	"You know Mr. Phœbus?" asked a low, clear voice, and turning round Lothair was presented to a person so famous that even Lothair had heard of him.

29.¶27	Mr. Phœbus was the most successful, not to say the most eminent, painter of the age.  He was the descendant of a noble family of Gascony that had emigrated to England from France in the reign of Louis XIV.  Unquestionably they had mixed their blood frequently during the interval and the vicissitudes of their various life; but, in Gaston Phœbus, Nature, as is sometimes her wont, had chosen to reproduce exactly the original type.  He was the Gascon noble of the sixteenth century, with all his brilliancy, bravery, and boastfulness, equally vain, arrogant, and eccentric, accomplished in all the daring or the graceful pursuits of man, yet nursed in the philosophy of our times.

29.¶28	"It is presumption in my talking about such things," said Lothair; "but might I venture to ask what you may consider the true principles of art?"

29.¶29	"ARYAN principles," said Mr. Phœbus; "not merely the study of Nature, but of beautiful Nature; the art of design in a country inhabited by a first-rate race, and where the laws, the manners, the customs, are calculated to maintain the health and beauty of a first-rate race.  In a greater or less degree, these conditions obtained from the age of Pericles to the age of Hadrian in pure Aryan communities, but Semitism began then to prevail, and ultimately triumphed.  Semitism has destroyed art; it taught man to despise his own body, and the essence of art is to honor the human frame."

29.¶30	"I am afraid I ought not to talk about such things," said Lothair; "but, if by Semitism you mean religion, surely the Italian painters inspired by Semitism did something."

29.¶31	"Great things," said Mr. Phœbus ‑‑ "some of the greatest.  Semitism gave them subjects, but the Renaissance gave them Aryan art, and it gave that art to a purely Aryan race.  But Semitism rallied in the shape of the Reformation, and swept all away.  When Leo the Tenth was pope, popery was pagan; popery is now Christian, and art is extinct."

29.¶32	"I cannot enter into such controversies," said Lothair.  "Every day I feel more and more I am extremely ignorant."

29.¶33	"Do not regret it," said Mr. Phœbus.  "What you call ignorance is your strength.  By ignorance you mean a want of knowledge of books.  Books are fatal; they are the curse of the human race.  Nine-tenths of existing books are nonsense, and the clever books are the refutation of that nonsense.  The greatest misfortune that ever befell man was the invention of printing.  Printing has destroyed education.  Art is a great thing, and Science is a great thing; but all that art and science can reveal can be taught by man and by his attributes ‑‑ his voice, his hand, his eye.  The essence of education is the education of the body.  Beauty and health are the chief sources of happiness.  Men should live in the air; their exercises should be regular, varied, scientific.  To render his body strong and supple is the first duty of man.  He should develop and completely master the whole muscular system.  What I admire in the order to which you belong is that they do live in the air; that they excel in athletic sports; that they can only speak one language; and that they never read.  This is not a complete education, but it is the highest education since the Greek."

29.¶34	"What you say I feel encouraging," said Lothair, repressing a smile, "for I myself live very much in the air, and am fond of all sports; but I confess I am often ashamed of being so poor a linguist, and was seriously thinking that I ought to read."

29.¶35	"No doubt every man should combine an intellectual with a physical training," replied Mr. Phœbus; "but the popular conception of the means is radically wrong.  Youth should attend lectures on art and science by the most illustrious professors, and should converse together afterward on what they have heard.  They should learn to talk; it is a rare accomplishment, and extremely healthy.  They should have music always at their meals.  The theatre, entirely remodelled and reformed, and, under a minister of state, should be an important element of education.  I should not object to the recitation of lyric poetry.  That is enough.  I would not have a book in the house, or even see a newspaper."

29.¶36	"These are Aryan principles?" said Lothair.

29.¶37	"They are," said Mr. Phœbus; "and of such principles, I believe, a great revival is at hand.  We shall both live to see another Renaissance."

29.¶38	"And our artist here," said Lothair, pointing to the statue, "you are of opinion that he is asserting these principles?"

29.¶39	"Yes; because he has produced the Aryan form by studying the Aryan form.  Phidias never had a finer model, and he has not been unequal to it."

29.¶40	"I fancied," said Lothair, in a lower and inquiring tone, though Mrs. Campian had some time before glided out of the pavilion, and was giving directions to the workmen ‑‑ "I fancied I had heard that Mrs. Campian was a Roman."

29.¶41	"The Romans were Greeks," said Mr. Phœbus, "and in this instance the Phidian type came out.  It has not been thrown away.  I believe Theodora has inspired as many painters and sculptors as any Aryan goddess.  I look upon her as such, for I know nothing more divine."

29.¶42	"I fear the Phidian type is very rare," said Lothair.

29.¶43	"In nature and in art there must always be surpassing instances," said Mr. Phœbus.  "It is a law, and a wise one; but, depend upon it, so strong and perfect a type as the original Aryan must be yet abundant among the millions, and may be developed.  But for this you want great changes in your laws.  It is the first duty of a state to attend to the frame and health of the subject.  The Spartans understood this.  They permitted no marriage the probable consequences of which might be a feeble progeny; they even took measures to secure a vigorous one.  The Romans doomed the deformed to immediate destruction.  The union of the races concerns the welfare of the commonwealth much too nearly to be intrusted to individual arrangement.  The fate of a nation will ultimately depend upon the strength and health of the population.  Both France and England should look to this; they have cause.  As for our mighty engines of war in the hands of a puny race, it will be the old story of the lower empire and the Greek fire.  Laws should be passed to secure all this, and some day they will be.  But nothing can be done until the Aryan races are extricated from Semitism."

CHAPTER 30

30.¶1	Lothair returned to town in a not altogether satisfactory state of mind.  He was not serene or content.  On the contrary, he was rather agitated and perplexed.  He could not say he regretted his visit.  He had seen her, and he had seen her to great advantage.  He had seen much too that was pleasing, and had heard also many things that, if not pleasing, were certainly full of interest.  And yet, when he cantered back over the common, the world somehow did not seem to him so bright and exhilarating as in the ambling morn.  Was it because she was not alone?  And yet why should he expect she should be alone?  She had many friends, and she was as accessible to them as to himself.  And yet a conversation with her, as in the gardens of Blenheim, would have been delightful, and he had rather counted on it.  Nevertheless, it was a great thing to know men like Mr. Phœbus, and hear their views on the nature of things.  Lothair was very young, and was more thoughtful than studious.  His education hitherto had been, according to Mr. Phœbus, on the right principle, and chiefly in the open air; but he was intelligent and susceptible, and in the atmosphere of Oxford, now stirred with many thoughts, he had imbibed some particles of knowledge respecting the primeval races which had permitted him to follow the conversation of Mr. Phœbus not absolutely in a state of hopeless perplexity.  He determined to confer with Father Coleman on the Aryan race and the genius of Semitism.  As he returned through the park, he observed the duchess, and Lady Corisande in their barouche, resting for a moment in the shade, with Lord Carisbrooke on one side and the Duke of Brecon on the other.

30.¶2	As he was dressing for dinner, constantly brooding on one thought, the cause of his feeling of disappointment occurred to him.  He had hoped in this visit to have established some basis of intimacy, and to have ascertained his prospect and his means of occasionally seeing her.  But he had done nothing of the kind.  He could not well call again at Belmont under a week, but even then Mr. Phœbus or some one else might be there.  The world seemed dark.  He wished he had never gone to Oxford.  However a man may plan his life, he is the creature of circumstances.  The unforeseen happens and upsets every thing.  We are mere puppets.

30.¶3	He sat next to an agreeable woman at dinner, who gave him an interesting account of a new singer she had heard the night before at the opera ‑‑ a fair Scandinavian, fresh as a lily and sweet as a nightingale.

30.¶4	"I was resolved to go and hear her," said the lady; "my sister Feodore, at Paris, had written to me so much about her.  Do you know, I have never been to the opera for an age!  That alone was quite a treat to me.  I never go to the opera, nor to the play, nor to any thing else.  Society has become so large and so exacting, that I have found out one never gets any amusement."

30.¶5	"Do you know, I never was at the opera?" said Lothair.

30.¶6	"I am not at all surprised; and when you go ‑‑ which I suppose you will some day ‑‑ what will most strike you is, that you will not see a single person you ever saw in your life."

30.¶7	"Strange!"

30.¶8	"Yes; it shows what a mass of wealth and taste and refinement there is in this wonderful metropolis of ours, quite irrespective of the circles in which we move, and which we once thought entirely engrossed them."

30.¶9	After the ladies had retired, Bertram, who dined at the same house, moved up to him; and Hugo Bohun came over and took the vacant seat on his other side.

30.¶10	"What have you been doing with yourself?" said Hugo.  "We have not seen you for a week."

30.¶11	"I went down to Oxford about some horses," said Lothair.

30.¶12	"Fancy going down to Oxford about some horses in the heart of the season," said Hugo.  "I believe you are selling us, and that, as the Scorpion announces, you are going to be married."

30.¶13	"To whom?" said Lothair.

30.¶14	"Ah! that is the point.  It is a dark horse at present, and we want you to tell us."

30.¶15	"Why do not you marry, Hugo?" said Bertram.

30.¶16	"I respect the institution," said Hugo, "which is admitting something in these days; and I have always thought that every woman should marry, and no man."

30.¶17	"It makes a woman and it mars a man, you think?" said Lothair.

30.¶18	"But I do not exactly see how your view would work practically," said Bertram.

30.¶19	"Well my view is a social problem," said Hugo, "and social problems are the fashion at present.  It would be solved through the exceptions, which prove the principle.  In the first place, there are your swells who cannot avoid the halter ‑‑ you are booked when you are born; and then there are moderate men like myself, who have their weak moments.  I would not answer for myself if I could find an affectionate family with good shooting and first-rate claret."

30.¶20	"There must be many families with such conditions," said Lothair.

30.¶21	Hugo shook his head.  "You try.  Sometimes the wine is good and the shooting bad; sometimes the reverse; sometimes both are excellent, but then the tempers and the manners are equally bad."

30.¶22	"I vote we three do something to-morrow," said Bertram.

30.¶23	"What shall it be?" said Hugo.

30.¶24	"I vote we row down to Richmond at sunset and dine, and then drive our teams up by moonlight.  What say you, Lothair?"

30.¶25	"I cannot, I am engaged.  I am engaged to go to the opera."

30.¶26	"Fancy going to the opera in this sweltering weather!" exclaimed Bertram.

30.¶27	"He must be going to be married," said Hugo.

30.¶28	And yet on the following evening, though the weather was quite as sultry and he was not going to be married, to the opera Lothair went.  While the agreeable lady the day before was dilating at dinner on this once famous entertainment, Lothair remembered that a certain person went there every Saturday evening, and he resolved that be should at least have the satisfaction of seeing her.

30.¶29	It was altogether a new scene for Lothair, and, being much affected by music, he found the general influence so fascinating that some little time elapsed before he was sufficiently master of himself to recur to the principal purpose of his presence.  His box was on the first tier, where he could observe very generally and yet himself be sufficiently screened.  As an astronomer surveys the starry heavens until his searching sight reaches the desired planet, so Lothair's scrutinizing vision wandered till his eye at length lighted on the wished-for orb.  In the circle above his own, opposite to him but nearer the stage, he recognized the Campians.  She had a star upon her forehead, as when he first met her some six months ago; it seemed an age.

30.¶30	Now what should he do?  He was quite unlearned in the social habits of an opera-house.  He was not aware that he had the privilege of paying the lady a visit in her box, and, had he been so, he was really so shy in little things that he never could have summoned resolution to open the door of his own box and request an attendant to show him that of Mrs. Campian.  He had contrived to get to the opera for the first time in his life, and the effort seemed to have exhausted his social enterprise.  So h remained still, with his glass fixed very constantly on Mrs. Campian, and occasionally giving himself up to the scene.  The performance did not sustain the first impression.  There were rival prima-donnas, and they indulged in competitive screams; the choruses were coarse, and the orchestra much too noisy.  But the audience were absorbed or enthusiastic.  We may be a musical nation, but our taste would seem to require some refinement.

30.¶31	There was a stir in Mrs. Campian's box: a gentleman entered and seated himself.  Lothair concluded he was an invited guest, and envied him.  In about a quarter of an hour the gentleman bowed and retired, and another person came in, and one whom Lothair recognized as a young man who had been sitting during the first act in a stall beneath him.  The system of paying visits at the opera then flashed upon his intelligence, as some discovery in science upon a painful observer.  Why should he not pay a visit too?  But how to do it?  At last he was bold enough to open the door of his own box and go forth, but he could find no attendant, and some persons passing his open door, and nearly appropriating his lodge, in a fit of that nervous embarrassment which attends inexperience in little things, he secured his rights by returning baffled to his post.

30.¶32	There had been a change in Mrs. Campian's box in the interval.  Colonel Campian had quitted it, and Mr. Phœbus occupied his place.  Whether it were disappointment at his own failure or some other cause, Lothair felt annoyed.  He was hot and cold by turns; felt awkward and blundering; fancied people were looking at him; that in some inexplicable sense he was ridiculous; wished he had never gone to the opera.

30.¶33	As time, and considerable time, elapsed, he became even miserable.  Mr. Phœbus never moved, and Mrs. Campian frequently conversed with him.  More than one visitor had in the interval paid their respects to the lady, but Mr. Phœbus never moved.  They did not stay, perhaps because Mr. Phœbus never moved.

30.¶34	Lothair never liked that fellow from the first.  Sympathy and antipathy share our being as day and darkness share our lives.  Lothair had felt an antipathy for Mr. Phœbus the moment he saw him.  He had arrived at Belmont yesterday before Lothair, and he had outstayed him.  These might be Arian principles, but they were not the principles of good-breeding.

30.¶35	Lothair determined to go home, and never to come to the opera again.  He opened the door of his box with firmness, and slammed it with courage; he had quite lost his shyness, was indeed ready to run a muck with any one who crossed him.  The slamming of the door summoned a scudding attendant from a distant post, who with breathless devotion inquired whether Lothair wanted any thing.

30.¶36	"Yes, I want you to show me the way to Mrs. Campian's box."

30.¶37	"Tier above, No. 22," said the box-keeper.

30.¶38	"Ay, ay; but conduct me to it," said Lothair, and he presented the man with an overpowering honorarium.

30.¶39	"Certainly, my lord," said the attendant.

30.¶40	"He knows me," thought Lothair; but it was not so.  When the British nation is at once grateful and enthusiastic, they always call you "my lord."

30.¶41	But in his progress, to "No. 22, tier above," all his valor evaporated, and when the box-door was opened he felt very much like a convict on the verge of execution; he changed color, his legs tottered, his heart beat, and he made his bow with a confused vision.  The serenity of Theodora somewhat reassured him, and he seated himself, and even saluted Mr. Phœbus.

30.¶42	The conversation was vapid and conventional ‑‑ remarks about the opera and its performers ‑‑ even the heat of the weather was mentioned.  Lothair had come, and he had nothing to say.  Mrs. Campian seemed much interested in the performance; so, if he had had any thing to say, there was no opportunity of expressing it.  She had not appeared to be so engrossed with the music before his arrival.  In the mean time that Phœbus would not move; a quarter of an hour elapsed, and that Phœbus would not move.  Lothair could not stand it any longer; he rose and bowed.

30.¶43	"Are you going?" said Theodora.  "Colonel Campian will be here in a moment; he will be quite grieved not to see you."

30.¶44	But Lothair was inflexible.  "Perhaps," she added, "we may see you to-morrow night?"

30.¶45	"Never," said Lothair to himself, as he clinched his teeth; "my visit to Belmont was my first and my last.  The dream is over."

30.¶46	He hurried to a club in which he had been recently Initiated, and of which the chief purpose is to prove to mankind that night to a wise man has its resources as well as gaudy day.  Here striplings mature their minds in the mysteries of whist, and stimulate their intelligence by playing at stakes which would make their seniors look pale; here matches are made; and odds are settled, and the cares or enterprises of life are soothed or stimulated by fragrant cheroots or beakers of Badminton.  Here, in the society of the listless and freakish St. Aldegonde, and Hugo Bohun, and Bertram, and other congenial spirits, Lothair consigned to oblivion the rival churches of Christendom, the Aryan race, and the genius of Semitism.

30.¶47	It was an hour past dawn when he strolled home.  London is often beautiful in summer at that hour, the architectural lines clear and defined in the smokeless atmosphere, and ever and anon a fragrant gale from gardened balconies wafted in the blue air.  Nothing is stirring except wagons of strawberries and asparagus, and no one visible except a policeman or a member of Parliament returning from a late division, where they have settled some great question that need never have been asked.  Eve has its spell of calmness and consolation, but dawn brings hope and joy.

30.¶48	But not to Lothair.  Young, sanguine, and susceptible, he had, for a moment, yielded to the excitement of the recent scene, but with his senses stilled by the morning air, and free from the influence of Bertram's ready sympathy, and Hugo Bohun's gay comments on human life, and all the wild and amusing caprice, and daring wilfulness, and grand affectation, that distinguish and inspire a circle of patrician youth, there came over him the consciousness that to him something dark had occurred, something bitter and disappointing and humiliating, and that the breaking morn would not bring to him a day so bright and hopeful as his former ones.

30.¶49	At first he fell into profound slumber: it was the inevitable result of the Badminton and the late hour.  There was a certain degree of physical exhaustion which commanded repose.  But the slumber was not long, and his first feeling, for it could not be called thought, was that some great misfortune had occurred to him; and then the thought following the feeling brought up the form of the hated Phœbus.  After that he had no real sleep, but a sort of occasional and feverish doze with intervals of infinite distress, waking always to a consciousness of inexpressible mortification and despair.

30.¶50	About one o'clock, relinquishing all hope of real and refreshing slumber, he rang his bell, and his valet appearing informed him that Father Coleman had called, and the monsignore had called, and that now the cardinal's secretary had just called, but the valet had announced that his lord was indisposed.  There was also a letter from Lady St. Jerome.  This news brought a new train of feeling.  Lothair remembered that this was the day of the great ecclesiastical function, under the personal auspices of the cardinal, at which indeed Lothair hid never positively promised to assist, his presence at which he had sometimes thought they pressed unreasonably, not to say even indelicately, but at which he had perhaps led them, not without cause, to believe that he would be present.  Of late the monsignore had assumed that Lothair had promised to attend it.

30.¶51	Why should he not?  The world was all vanity.  Never did he feel more convinced than at this moment of the truth of his conclusion, that if religion were a real thing, man should live for it alone; but then came the question of the Churches.  He could not bring himself without a pang to contemplate a secession from the Church of his fathers.  He took refuge in the wild but beautiful thought of a reconciliation between Rome and England.  If the consecration of the whole of his fortune to that end could assist in effecting the purpose, he would cheerfully make the sacrifice.  He would then go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre, and probably conclude his days in a hermitage on Mount Athos.

30.¶52	In the mean time he rose, and, invigorated by his bath, his thoughts became in a slight degree more mundane.  They recurred to the events of the last few days of his life, but in a spirit of self-reproach and of conscious vanity and weakness.  Why, he had not known her a week!  This was Sunday morning, and last Sunday he had attended St. Mary's and offered up his earnest supplications for the unity of Christendom.  That was then his sovereign hope and thought.  Singular that a casual acquaintance with a stranger, a look, a glance, a word, a nothing, should have so disturbed his spirit and distracted his mind.

30.¶53	And yet ‑‑ 

30.¶54	And then he fell into an easy-chair, with a hair-brush in either hand, and conjured up in reverie all that had passed since that wondrous morn when he addressed her by the road-side, until the last dark hour when they parted ‑‑ and forever.  There was not a word she had uttered to him, or to any one .else, that he did not recall; not a glance, not a gesture ‑‑ her dress, her countenance, her voice, her hair.  And what scenes had all this passed in!  What refined and stately loveliness!  Blenheim, and Oxford, and Belmont!  They became her.  Ah! why could not life consist of the perpetual society of such delightful people in such delightful places?

30.¶55	His valet entered and informed him that the monsignore had returned, and would not be denied.  Lothair roused himself from his delicious reverie, and his countenance became anxious and disquieted.  He. would have struggled against the intrusion, and was murmuring resistance to his hopeless attendant, who shook his head, when the monsignore glided into the room without permission, as the valet disappeared.

30.¶56	It was a wonderful performance: the monsignore had at the same time to make a reconnoissance and to take up a position ‑‑ to find out what Lothair intended to do, and yet to act and speak as if he was acquainted with those intentions, and was not only aware of, but approved them.  He seemed hurried and yet tranquil, almost breathless with solicitude and yet conscious of some satisfactory consummation.  His tones were at all times hushed, but to-day he spoke in a whisper, though a whisper of emphasis, and the dark eyes of his delicate aristocratic visage peered into Lothair, even when he was making a remark which seemed to require no scrutiny.

30.¶57	"It is one of the most important days for England that have happened in our time," said the monsignore.  "Lady St. Jerome thinks of nothing else.  All our nobility will be there ‑‑ the best blood in England ‑‑ and some others who sympathize with the unity of the Church, the real question.  Nothing has ever gratified the cardinal more than your intended presence.  He sent to you this morning.  He would have called himself, bat he has much to go through today.  His eminence said to me: 'It is exactly what I want.  Whatever way be our differences, and they are really slight, what I want is to show to the world that the sons of the Church will unite for the cause of Divine truth.  It is the only course that can save society.'  When Lady St. Jerome told him that you were coming this evening, his eminence was so affected that ‑‑ "

30.¶58	"But I never said I was coming this evening," said Lothair, rather dryly, and resolved to struggle, "either to Lady St. Jerome or to any one else.  I said I would think of it."

30.¶59	"But for a Christian to think of duty is to perform it," said the monsignore.  "To be ignorant of a duty is a sin, but to be aware of duty, and not to fulfil it, is heinous."

30.¶60	"But is it a duty?" said Lothair, rather doggedly.

30.¶61	"What! to serve God and save society?  Do you doubt it?  Have you read the 'Declaration of Geneva?'   They have declared war against the Church, the state, and the domestic principle.  All the great truths and laws on which the family reposes are denounced.  Have you seen Garibaldi's letter?  When it was read, and spoke of the religion of God being propagated throughout the world, there was a universal cry of 'No, no! no religion!'  But the religion of God was soon so explained as to allay all their fears.  It is the religion of science.  Instead of Adam, our ancestry is traced to the most grotesque of creatures, thought is phosphorus, the soul complex nerves, and our moral sense a secretion of sugar.  Do you want these views in England?  Rest assured they are coming.  And how are we to contend against them?  Only by Divine truth.  And where is Divine truth?  In the Church of Christ ‑‑ in the gospel of order, peace, and purity."

30.¶62	Lothair rose, and paced the room with his eyes on the ground.

30.¶63	"I wish I had been born in the middle ages," he exclaimed, "or on the shores of the Sea of Galilee, or in some other planet: anywhere, or at any time, but in this country and in this age!"

30.¶64	"That thought is not worthy of you, my lord," said Catesby.  "It is a great privilege to live in this country and in this age.  It is a great privilege, in the mighty contest between the good and the evil principle, to combat for the righteous.  They stand face to face now, as they have stood before.  There is Christianity, which, by revealing the truth, has limited the license of human reason; there is that human reason which resists revelation as a bondage ‑‑ which insists upon being atheistical, or polytheistical, or pantheistical ‑‑ which looks upon the requirements of obedience, justice, truth, and purity, as limitations of human freedom.  It is to the Church that God has committed the custody and execution of His truth and law.  The Church, as witness, teacher, and judge, contradicts and offends the spirit of license to the quick.  This is why it is hated; this is why it is to be destroyed, and why they are preparing a future of rebellion, tyranny, falsehood, and degrading debauchery.  The Church alone can save us, and you are asked to supplicate the Almighty to-night, under circumstances of deep hope, to favor the union of churchmen, and save the human race from the impending deluge."

30.¶65	Lothair threw himself again into his seat and sighed.  "I am rather indisposed today, my dear monsignore, which is unusual with me, and scarcely equal to such a theme, doubtless of the deepest interest to me and to all.  I myself wish, as you well know, that all mankind were praying under the same roof.  I shall continue in seclusion this morning.  Perhaps you will permit me to think over what you have said with so much beauty and force."

30.¶66	"I had forgotten that I had a letter to deliver to you," said Catesby; and he drew from his breast-pocket a note which he handed to Lothair, who opened it quite unconscious of the piercing and even excited observation of his companion.

30.¶67	Lothair read the letter with a changing countenance, and then he read it again and blushed deeply.  The letter was from Miss Arundel.  After a slight pause, without looking up, he said, "Nine o'clock is the hour, I believe."

30.¶68	"Yes," said the monsignore rather eagerly, "but, were I you, I would be earlier than that.  I would order my carnage at eight.  If you will permit me, I will order it for you.  You are not quite well.  It will save you some little trouble, people coming into the room and all that, and the cardinal will be there by eight o'clock."

30.¶69	"Thank you," said Lothair; "have the kindness then, my dear monsignore, to order my brougham for me at half-past eight and just say that I can see no one.  Adieu!"

30.¶70	And the priest glided away.

30.¶71	Lothair remained the whole morning in a most troubled state, pacing his rooms, leaning sometimes with his arm upon the mantel-piece, and his face buried in his arm, and often he sighed.  About half-past five he rang for his valet and, dressed, and in another hour he broke his fast ‑‑ a little soup, a cutlet, and a glass or two of claret.  And then he looked at his watch; and he looked at his watch every five minutes for the next hour.

30.¶72	He was in deep reverie, when the servant announced that his carriage was ready.  He started as from a dream, then pressed his hand to his eyes, and kept it there for some moments, and then, exclaiming, "Jacta est alea," he descended the stairs.

30.¶73	"Where to, my lord?" inquired the servant when he had entered the carriage.

30.¶74	Lothair seemed to hesitate, and then he said, "To Belmont."

CHAPTER 31

31.¶1	"Belmont is the only house I know that is properly lighted," said Mr. Phœbus, and he looked with complacent criticism round the brilliant saloons.  "I would not visit any one who had gas in his house; but even in palaces I find lamps ‑‑ it is too dreadful.  When they came here first, there was an immense chandelier suspended in each of these rooms, pulling down the ceilings, dwarfing the apartments, leaving the guests all in darkness, and throwing all the light on the roof.  The chandelier is the great abomination of furniture; it makes a noble apartment look small.  And then they say you cannot light rooms without chandeliers!  Look at these ‑‑ need any thing be more brilliant?  And all the light in the right place ‑‑ on those who are in the chamber.  All light should come from the side of a room, and if you choose to have candelabra like these you can always secure sufficient."

31.¶2	Theodora was seated on a sofa, in conversation with a lady of distinguished mien and with the countenance of a Roman empress.  There were various groups in the room, standing or seated.  Colonel Campian was attending a lady to the piano where a celebrity presided, a gentleman with cropped head and a long black beard.  The lady was of extraordinary beauty ‑‑ one of those faces one encounters in Asia Minor, rich, glowing, with dark fringed eyes of tremulous lustre; a figure scarcely less striking, of voluptuous symmetry.  Her toilet was exquisite ‑‑ perhaps a little too splendid for the occasion, but abstractedly of fine taste ‑‑ and she held, as she sang, a vast bouquet entirely of white stove-flowers.  The voice was as sweet as the stephanopolis, and the execution faultless.  It seemed the perfection of chamber-singing ‑‑ no shrieks and no screams, none of those agonizing experiments which result from the fatal competition of rival prima-donnas.

31.¶3	She was singing when Lothair was ushered in.  Theodora rose and greeted him with friendliness.  Her glance was that of gratification at his arrival, but the performance prevented any conversation save a few kind remarks interchanged in a hashed tone.  Colonel Campian came up: he seemed quite delighted at renewing his acquaintance with Lothair, and began to talk rather too loudly, which made some of the gentlemen near the piano turn round with glances of wondering reproach.  This embarrassed his newly-arrived guest, who in his distress caught the bow of a lady who recognized him, and whom he instantly remembered as Mrs. Putney Giles.  There was a vacant chair by her side, and he was glad to occupy it.

31.¶4	"Who is that lady?" inquired Lothair of his companion, when the singing ceased.

31.¶5	"That is Madame Phœbus," said Mrs. Giles.

31.¶6	"Madame Phœbus!" exclaimed Lothair, with an unconscious feeling of some relief.  "She is a very beautiful woman.  Who was she?"

31.¶7	"She is a Cantacuzene, a daughter of the famous Greek merchant.  The Cantcuzenes, you know, are great people, descendants of the Greek emperors.  Her uncle is prince of Samos.  Mr. Cantacuzene was very much opposed to the match, but I think quite wrong.  Mr. Phœbus is a most distinguished man, and the alliance is of the happiest.  Never was such mutual devotion."

31.¶8	"I am not surprised," said Lothair, wonderfully relieved.

31.¶9	"Her sister Euphrosyne is in the room," continued Mrs. Giles, "the most extraordinary resemblance to her.  There is just the difference between the matron and the maiden; that is all.  They are nearly of the same age, and before the marriage might have been mistaken for each other.  The most charming thing in the world is to hear the two sisters sing together.  I hope they may to-night.  I know the family very well.  It was Mrs. Cantacuzene who introduced me to Theodora.  You know it is quite en règle to call her Theodora.  All the men call her Theodora; 'the divine Theodora' is, I believe, the right thing."

31.¶10	"And do you call her Theodora?" asked Lothair, rather dryly.

31.¶11	"Why, no," said Mrs. Giles, a little confused.  "We are not intimate, at least not very.  Ms. Campian has been at my house, and I have been here two et three times; not so often as I could wish, for Mr. Giles, you see, does not like servants and horses to be used on Sundays ‑‑ and no more do I ‑‑ and on weekdays he is too much engaged or too tired to come out this distance; so you see ‑‑ "

31.¶12	The singing had ceased, and Theodora approached them.  Addressing Lothair, she said:  "The Princess of Tivoli wishes that you should be presented to her."

31.¶13	The Princess of Tivoli was a Roman dame of one of the most illustrious houses, but who now lived at Paris.  She had in her time taken an active part in Italian politics, and had sacrificed to the cause to which she was devoted the larger part of a large fortune.  What had been spared, however, permitted her to live in the French capital with elegance, if not with splendor; and her saloon was the gathering roof, in Paris, of almost every one who was celebrated for genius or accomplishments.  Though reputed to be haughty and capricious, she entertained for Theodora an even passionate friendship, and now visited England only to see her.

31.¶14	"Madame Campian has been telling me of all the kind things you did for her at Oxford," said the princess.  "Some day you must show me Oxford, but it must be next year.  I very much admire the free university life.  Tell me now, at Oxford you still have the Protestant religion?"

31.¶15	Lothair ventured to bow assent.

31.¶16	"Ah! that is well," continued the princess.  "I advise you to keep it.  If we had only had the Protestant religion in Italy, things would have been very different.  You are fortunate in this country in having the Protestant religion and a real nobility.  Tell me now, in your constitution, if the father sits in the Upper Chamber, the son sits in the Lower House ‑‑ that I know; but is there any majorat at attached to his seat?"

31.¶17	"Not at present."

31.¶18	"You sit in the Lower House, of course?"

31.¶19	"I am not old enough to sit in either House," said Lothair, "but when I am of age, which I shall be when I have the honor of showing Oxford to your highness, I must sit in the Upper House, for I have not the blessing of a living father."

31.¶20	"Ah! that is a great thing in your country," exclaimed the princess, "a man being his own master at so early an age."

31.¶21	"I thought it was a 'heritage of woe,'" said Lothair.

31.¶22	"No, no," said the princess; "the only tolerable thing in life is action, and action is feeble without youth.  What if you do not obtain your immediate object? ‑‑ you always think you will, and the detail of the adventure is full of rapture.  And thus it is the blunders of youth are preferable to the triumphs of manhood, or the successes of old age."

31.¶23	"Well, it will be a consolation for me to remember this when I am in a scrape," said Lothair.

31.¶24	"Oh! you have many, many scrapes awaiting you," said the princess.  "You may look forward to at least ten years of blunders ‑‑ that is, illusions ‑‑ that is, happiness.  Fortunate young man!"

31.¶25	Theodora had, without appearing to intend it, relinquished her seat to Lothair, who continued his conversation with the princess, whom he liked, but who, he was sorry to hear, was about to leave England, and immediately ‑‑ that very night. "Yes," she said, "it is my last act of devotion.  You know, in my country we have saints and shrines.  All Italians, they say, are fond, are superstitious; my pilgrimage is to Theodora.  I must come and worship her once a year."

31.¶26	A gentleman bowed lowly to the princess, who returned his salute with pleased alacrity.  "Do you know who that is?" said the princess to Lothair.  "That is Baron Gozelius, one of our great reputations.  He must have just arrived.  II will present you to him; it is always agreeable to know a great man," she added ‑‑ "at least Goethe says so!"

31.¶27	The philosopher, at her invitation, took a chair opposite the sofa.  Though a profound man, he had all the vivacity and passion which are generally supposed to be peculiar to the superficial.  He had remarkable conversational power, which he never spared.  Lothair was captivated by his eloquence, his striking observations, his warmth, and the flashing of his southern eye.

31.¶28	"Baron Gozelius agrees with your celebrated pastor, Dr. Cumming," said Theodora, with a tinge of demure sarcasm, "and believes that the end of the world is at hand."

31.¶29	"And for the same reasons?" inquired Lothair.

31.¶30	"Not exactly," said Theodora, "but in this instance science and revelation have arrived at the same result, and that is what all desire."

31.¶31	"All that I said was," said Gozelius, "that the action of the sun had become so irregular that I thought the chances were in favor of the destruction of our planet.  At least, if I were a public office, I would not insure it."

31.¶32	"Yet the risk would not be very great under those circumstances," said Theodora.

31.¶33	"The destruction of this worlds foretold," said Lothair; "the stars are to fall from the sky; but while I credit, I cannot bring my mind to comprehend, such a catastrophe."

31.¶34	"I have seen a world created and a world destroyed," said Gozelius.  "The last was flickering ten years, and it went out as I was watching it."

31.¶35	"And the first?" inquired Lothair, anxiously.

31.¶36	"Disturbed space for half a century ‑‑ a great pregnancy.  William Herschel told me it would come when I was a boy, and I cruised for it through two-thirds of my life.  It came at last, and it repaid me."

31.¶37	There was a stir.  Euphrosyne was going to sing with her sister.  They swept by Lothair in their progress to the instrument, like the passage of sultanas to some kiosk on the Bosporus.  It seemed to him that he had never beheld any thing so resplendent.  The air was perfumed by their movement and the rustling of their wondrous robes.  "They must be of the Aryan race," thought Lothair, "though not of the Phidian type."  They sang a Greek air, and their sweet and touching voices blended with exquisite harmony.  Every one was silent in the room, because every one was entranced.  Then they gave their friends some patriotic lay which required chorus, the sisters, in turn, singing a stanza.  Mr. Phœbus arranged the chorus in a moment, and there clustered round the piano al number of gentlemen almost as good-looking and as picturesque as himself.  Then, while Madame Phœbus was singing, Euphrosyne suddenly, and with quickness, moved away and approached Theodora, and whispered something to her, but Theodora slightly shook her head, and seemed to decline.

31.¶38	Euphrosyne regained the piano, whispered something to Colonel Campian, who was one of the chorus, and then commenced her own part.  Colonel Campian crossed the room and spoke to Theodora, who instantly, without the slightest demur, joined her friends.  Lothair felt agitated, as he could not doubt Theodora was going to sing.  And so it was; when Euphrosyne had finished, and the chorus she had inspired had died away, there rose a deep contralto sound, which, though without effort, seemed to Lothair the most thrilling tone he had ever listened to.  Deeper and richer, and richer and deeper, it seemed to become, as it wound with exquisite facility through a symphony of delicious sound, until it ended in a passionate burst, which made Lothair's heart beat so tumultuously that for a moment he thought he should be overpowered.

31.¶39	"I never heard any thing so fine in my life," said Lothair to the French philosopher.

31.¶40	"Ah! if you had heard that woman sing the Marseillaise, as I did once, to three thousand people, then you would know what was fine.  Not one of us who would not have died on the spot for her!"

31.¶41	The concert was over.  The Princess of Tivoli had risen to say farewell.  She stood apart with Theodora, holding both her hands, and speaking with earnestness.  Then she pressed her lips to Theodora's forehead, and said, "Adieu, my best beloved; the spring will return."

31.¶42	The princess had disappeared, and Madame Phœbus came up to say good-night to her hostess.

31.¶43	"It is such a delicious night," said Theodora, "that I have ordered our strawberries-and-cream on the terrace.  You must not go."

31.¶44	And so she invited them all to the terrace.  There was not a breath of air, the garden was flooded with moonlight, in which the fountain glittered, and the atmosphere was as sweet as it was warm.

31.¶45	"I think the moon will melt the ice to-night," said Theodora, as she led Madame Phœbus to a table covered with that innocent refreshment in many forms, and pyramids of strawberries, and gentle drinks which the fancy of America could alone devise.

31.¶46	"I wonder we did not pass the whole evening on the terrace," said Lothair.

31.¶47	"One must sing in a room," said Euphrosyne, "or the nightingales would eclipse us."

31.¶48	Lothair looked quickly at the speaker, and caught the glance of a peculiar countenance ‑‑ mockery blended with Ionian splendor.

31.¶49	"I think strawberries-and-cream the most popular of all food," said Madame Phœbus, as some touched her beautiful lips.

31.¶50	"Yes; and one is not ashamed of eating it," said Theodora.

31.¶51	Soon there was that stir which precedes the breaking up of an assembly.  Mrs. Giles and some others had to return to town.  Madame Phœbus and Euphrosyne were near neighbors at Roehampton, but their carriage had been for some time waiting.  Mr. Phœbus did not accompany them.  He chose to walk home on such a night, and descended into the garden with his remaining friends.

31.¶52	"They are going to smoke," said Theodora.  "Is it your habit?"

31.¶53	"Not yet."

31.¶54	"I do not dislike it in the air and at a distance; but I banish them the terrace.  I think smoking must be a great consolation to a soldier;" and, as she spoke, she moved, and, without formally inviting him, he found himself walking by her side.

31.¶55	Rather abruptly he said, "You wore last night at the opera the same ornament as on the first time I had the pleasure meeting you."

31.¶56	She looked at him with a smile, and a little surprised.  "My solitary trinket; I fear you will never see any other."

31.¶57	"But you do not despise trinkets?" said Lothair.

31.¶58	"Oh no; they are very well.  Once I was decked with jewels and ropes of pearls, like Titian's Queen of Cyprus.  I sometimes regret my pearls.  There is a reserve about pearls which I like ‑‑ something soft and dim.  But they are all gone, and I ought not to regret them, for they went in a good cause.  I kept the star, because it was given to me by a hero; and once we flattered ourselves it was a symbol."

31.¶59	"I wish I were a hero!" said Lothair.

31.¶60	"You may yet prove one."

31.¶61	"And if l do, may I give you a star?"

31.¶62	"If it be symbolical."

31.¶63	"But of what?"

31.¶64	"Of an heroic purpose."

31.¶65	"But what is an heroic purpose?" exclaimed Lothair.  "Instead of being here to-night, I ought, perhaps, to have been present at a religious function of the highest and deepest import, which might have influenced my destiny, and led to something heroic.  But my mind is uncertain and unsettled.  I speak to you without reserve, for my heart always entirely opens to you, and I have a sort of unlimited confidence in your judgment.  Besides, I have never forgotten what you said at Oxford about religion ‑‑ that you could not conceive society without religion.  It is what I feel myself, and most strongly; and yet there never was a period when religion was so assailed.  There is no doubt the atheists are bolder, are more completely organized, both as to intellectual and even physical force, than ever was known.  I have heard that from the highest authority.  For my own part, I think I am prepared to die for Divine truth.  I have examined myself severely, but I do not think I should falter.  Indeed, can there be for man a nobler duty than to be the champion of God?  But then the question of the churches interferes.  If there were only one church, I could see my way.  Without a church, there can be no true religion, because otherwise you have no security for the truth.  I am a member of the Church of England, and when I was at Oxford I thought the Anglican view might be sustained.  But, of late, I have given ray mind deeply to these matters, for, after all, they are the only matters a man should think of; and, I confess to you, the claim of Rome to orthodoxy seems to me irresistible."

31.¶66	"You make no distinction, then, between religion and orthodoxy?" said Theodora.

31.¶67	"Certainly I make no difference."

31.¶68	"And yet, what is orthodox at Dover is not orthodox at Calais or Ostend.  I should be sorry to think that, because there was no orthodoxy in Belgium or France, there was no religion."

31.¶69	"Yes," said Lothair, "I think I see what you mean."

31.¶70	"Then again, if we go further," continued Theodora, "there is the whole of the East; that certainly is not orthodox, according to your views.  You may not agree with all or any of their opinions, but you could scarcely maintain that, as communities, they are irreligious."

31.¶71	"Well, you could not, certainly," said Lothair.

31.¶72	"So you see," said Theodora, "what is called orthodoxy has very little to do with religion; and a person may be very religious without holding the same dogmas as yourself, or, as some think, without holding any."

31.¶73	"According to you, then," said Lothair, "the Anglican view might be maintained."

31.¶74	"I do not know what the Anglican view is," said Theodora.  "I do not belong to the Roman or to the Anglican Church."

31.¶75	"And yet, you are very religious," said Lothair.

31.¶76	"I hope so; I try to be so; and, when I fail in any duty, it is not the fault of my religion.  I never deceive myself into that; I know it is my own fault."

31.¶77	There was a pause; but they walked on.  The soft splendor of the scene and all its accessories, the moonlight, and the fragrance, and the falling waters, wonderfully bewitched the spirit of the young Lothair.

31.¶78	"There is nothing I would not tell you," he suddenly exclaimed, turning to Theodora, "and sometimes I think there is nothing you would not tell me.  Tell me, then, I entreat you, what is your religion?"

31.¶79	"The true religion, I think," said Theodora.  "I worship in a church where I believe God dwells, and dwells for my guidance and my good ‑‑ my conscience."

31.¶80	"Your conscience may be divine," said Lothair, "and I believe it is; but the consciences of other persons are not divine, and what is to guide them, and what is to prevent or to mitigate the evil they would perpetrate?"

31.¶81	"I have never heard from priests," said Theodora, "any truth which my conscience had not revealed to me.  They use different language from what I use, but I find, after a time, that we mean the thing.  What I call time they call eternity; when they describe heaven, they give a picture of earth; and beings whom they style divine, they invest with all the attributes of humanity."

31.¶82	"And yet is it not true," said Lothair, "that ‑‑ "

31.¶83	But, at this moment, there were the sounds of merriment and of approaching footsteps; the form of Mr. Phœbus appeared ascending the steps of the terrace, followed by others.  The smokers had fulfilled their task.  There were farewells, and bows, and good-nights.  Lothair had to retire with the others, and, as he threw himself into his brougham, he exclaimed: "I perceive that life is not so simple an affair as I once supposed."

CHAPTER 32

32.¶1	When the stranger, who had proved so opportune an ally to Lothair at the Fenian meeting, separated from his companion, he proceeded in the direction of Pentonville, and, after pursuing his way through a number of obscure streets, but quiet, decent, and monotonous, he stopped at a small house in a row of many residences, yet all of them, in, form, size, color, and general character, so identical, that the number on the door could alone assure the visitor that he was not in error when he sounded the knocker.

32.¶2	"Ah! is it you, Captain Bruges?" said the smiling and blushing maiden who answered to his summons.  "We have not seen you for a long time."

32.¶3	"Well, you look as kind and as pretty as ever, Jenny," said the captain, "and how is my friend?"

32.¶4	"Well," said the damsel, and she shrugged her shoulders, "he mopes.  I'm very glad you have come back, captain, for he sees very few now, and is always writing.  I cannot bear that writing; if he would only go and take a good walk, I am sure he would be better."

32.¶5	"There is something in that," said Captain Bruges.  "And is he at home, and will he see me?"

32.¶6	"Oh! he is always at home to you, captain; but I will just run up and tell him you are here.  You know it is long since we have seen you, captain ‑‑ coming on half a year, I think."

32.¶7	"Time flies, Jenny.  Go, my good girl, and I will wait below."

32.¶8	"In the parlor, if you please, Captain Bruges.  It is to let now.  It is more than a mouth since the doctor left us.  That was a loss, for, as long as the doctor was here, he always had some one to speak with."

32.¶9	So Captain Bruges entered the little dining-room with its mahogany table, and half a dozen chairs, and cellaret, and over the fireplace a portrait of Garibaldi, which had been left as a legacy to the landlady by her late lodger, Dr. Tresorio.

32.¶10	The captain threw a quick glance at the print, and then, falling into reverie, with his hands crossed behind him, paced the little chamber, and was soon lost in thoughts which made him unconscious how long had elapsed when the maiden summoned him.

32.¶11	Following her, and ascending the stair-case, he was ushered into the front room of the first floor, and there came forward to meet him a man rather below the middle height, but of a symmetrical and imposing mien.  His face was grave, not to say sad; thought, not time, had partially silvered the clustering of his raven hair; but intellectual power reigned in his wide brow, while determination was the character of the rest of his countenance, under great control, yet apparently, from the dark flashing of his eye, not incompatible with fanaticism.

32.¶12	"General," he exclaimed, "your presence always reanimates me.  I shall at least have some news on which I rely.  Your visit is sudden ‑‑ sudden things are often happy ones.  Is there any thing stirring in the promised land?  Speak, speak!  You have a thousand things to say, and I have a thousand ears."

32.¶13	"My dear Mirandola," replied the visitor, "I will take leave to call into council a friend whose presence is always profitable."

32.¶14	So saying, he took out a cigar-case, and offered it to his companion.

32.¶15	"We have smoked together in palaces," said Mirandola, accepting the proffer with a delicate white hand.

32.¶16	"But not these cigars," replied the general.  "They are superb, my only reward for all my transatlantic work, and sometimes I think a sufficient one."

32.¶17	"And Jenny shall give us a capital cup of coffee," said Mirandola; "it is the only hospitality that I can offer my friends.  Give me a light, my general; and now, how are things?"

32.¶18	"Well, at the first glance, very bad; the French have left Rome, and we are not in it."

32.¶19	"Well, that is an infamy not of today or yesterday," replied Mirandola, "though not less an infamy.  We talked over this six months ago, when you were over here about something else, and from that moment unto the present I have with unceasing effort labored to erase this stigma from the human consciousness, but with no success.  Men are changed; public spirit is extinct; the deeds of '48 are to the present generations as incomprehensible as the Punic wars, or the feats of Marius against the Cimbri.  What we want are the most natural things in the world, and easy of attainment because they are natural.  We want our metropolis, our native frontiers, and true liberty.  Instead of these, we have compromises, conventions, provincial jealousies, and French prefects.  It is disgusting, heart-rending; sometimes I fear my own energies are waning.  My health is wretched; writing and speaking are decidedly bad for me, and I pass my life in writing and speaking.  Toward evening I feel utterly exhausted, and am sometimes, which I thought I never could be, the victim of despondency.  The loss of the doctor was a severe blow, but they hurried him out of the place.  The man of Paris would never rest till he was gone.  I was myself thinking of once more trying Switzerland, but the obstacles are great; and, in truth, I was at the darkest moment when Jenny brought me the light of your name."

32.¶20	The general, who had bivouacked on a group of small chairs, his leg on one, his elbow on another, took his cigar from his mouth and delivered himself of a volume of smoke, and then said dryly: "Things may not be so bad as they seem, comrade.  Your efforts have not been without fruit.  I have traced them in many quarters, and, indeed, it is about their possible consequences that I have come over to consult with you."

32.¶21	"Idle words, I know, never escape those lips," said Mirandola; "speak on."

32.¶22	"Well," said the general, "you see that people are a little exhausted by the efforts of last year; and it must be confessed that no slight results were accomplished.  The freedom of Venice ‑‑ "

32.¶23	"A French intrigue," exclaimed Mirandola.  "The freedom of Venice is the price of the slavery of Rome.  I heard of it with disgust."

32.¶24	"Well, we do not differ much on that head," said the general.  "I am not a Roman as you are, but I view Rome, with reference to the object of my life, with feelings not less ardent and absorbing than yourself, who would wish to see it again the empress of the world.  I am a soldier, and love war, and, left to myself, would care little perhaps for what form of government I combated, provided the army was constituted on the principles of fraternity and equality; but the passion of my life, to which I have sacrificed military position, and perhaps," he added in a lower tone, "perhaps even military fame, has been to destroy priestcraft, and, so long as the pope rules in Rome, it will be supreme."

32.¶25	"We have struck him down once," said Mirandola.

32.¶26	"And I hope we shall again, and forever," said the general, "and it is about that I would speak.  You are in error in supposing that your friends do not sympathize with you, or that their answers are dilatory or evasive.  There is much astir; the old spirit is not extinct, but the difficulties are greater than in former days when we had only the Austrians to encounter, and we cannot afford to make another failure."

32.¶27	"There could be no failure if we were clear and determined.  There must be a hundred thousand men who would die for our metropolis, our natural frontiers, and true liberty.  The mass of the pseudo-Italian army must be with us.  As for foreign interference, its repetition seems to me impossible.  The brotherhood in the different countries, if well guided, could alone prevent it.  There should be at once a manifesto addressed to the peoples.  They have become absorbed in money-grubbing and what they call industry.  The external life of a nation is its most important one.  A nation, as an individual, has duties to fulfil appointed by God and His moral law; the individual toward his family, his town, his country; the nation toward the country of countries, humanity ‑‑ the outward world.  I firmly believe that we fail and renounce the religious and divine element of our life whenever we betray or neglect those duties.  The internal activity of a nation is important and sacred because it prepares the instrument for its appointed task.  It is mere egotism if it converges toward itself, degrading and doomed to expiation ‑‑ as will be the fate of this country in which we now dwell," added Mirandola in a hushed voice.  "England had a mission; it had belief, and it had power.  It announced itself the representative of religious, commercial, and political freedom, and yet, when it came to action, it allowed Denmark to be crushed by Austria and Prussia, and, in the most nefarious transaction of modern times, uttered the approving shriek of 'Perish Savoy!'"

32.¶28	"My dear Mirandola," said the general, trimming his cigar, "there is no living man who appreciates your genius and your worth more than myself; perhaps I might say there is no living man who has had equal opportunities of estimating them.  You formed the mind of our country; you kindled and kept alive the sacred flame when all was gloom, and all were without heart.  Such prodigious devotion, so much resource and pertinacity and patience, such unbroken spirit, were never before exhibited by man; and, whatever may be said by your enemies, I know that in the greatest hour of action you proved equal to it; and yet at this moment, when your friends are again stirring, and there is a hope of spring, I am bound to tell you that there are only two persons in the world who can effect the revolution, and you are not one of them."

32.¶29	"I am ardent, my general, perhaps too sanguine, but I have no self-love, at least none when the interests of the great cause are at stake.  Tell me, then, their names, and count, if required, on my coöperation."

32.¶30	"Garibaldi and Mary-Anne."

32.¶31	"A Polchinello and a Bayadere!" exclaimed Mirandola, and, springing from his seat, he impatiently paced the room.

32.¶32	"And yet," continued the general calmly, "there is no manner of doubt that Garibaldi is the only name that could collect ten thousand men at any given point in Italy; while in France, though her influence is mythical, the name of Mary-Anne is a name of magic.  Though never mentioned, it is never forgotten.  And the slightest allusion to it among the initiated will open every heart.  There are more secret societies in France at this moment than at any period since '85, though you hear nothing of them; and they believe in Mary-Anne, and in nothing else."

32.¶33	"You have been at Caprera?" said Mirandola.

32.¶34	"I have been at Caprera."

32.¶35	"And what did he say?"

32.¶36	"He will do nothing without the sanction of the Savoyard."

32.¶37	"He wants to get wounded in his other foot," said Mirandola, with savage sarcasm.  "Will he never weary of being betrayed?"

32.¶38	"I found him calm and sanguine," said the general.

32.¶39	"What of the woman?"

32.¶40	"Garibaldi will not move without the Savoyard, and Mary-Anne will not move without Garibaldi; that is the situation."

32.¶41	"Have you seen her?"

32.¶42	"Not yet; I have been to Caprera, and I have come over to see her and you.  Italy is ready for the move, and is only waiting for the great man.  He will not act without the Savoyard; he believes in him.  I will not be skeptical.  There are difficulties enough without imagining any.  We have no money, and all our sources of supply are drained; but we have the inspiration of a sacred cause, we have you ‑‑ we may gain others ‑‑ and, at any rate, the French are no longer at Rome."

CHAPTER 33

33.¶1	"The Goodwood Cup, my lord ‑‑ the Doncaster.  This pair of flagons for his highness the Khedive ‑‑ something quite new ‑‑ yes, parcel-gilt, the only style now ‑‑ it gives relief to design ‑‑ yes, by Monti, a great man, hardly inferior to Flaxman, if at all.  Flaxman worked for. Rundell and Bridge in the old days ‑‑ one of the principal causes of their success.  Your lordship's gold service was supplied by Rundell and Bridge.  Very fine service indeed, much by Flaxman ‑‑ nothing of that kind seen now."

33.¶2	"I never did see it," said Lothair.  He was replying to Mr. Ruby, a celebrated jeweller and goldsmith, in a celebrated street, who had saluted him when he had entered the shop, and called the attention of Lothair to a group of treasures of art.

33.¶3	"Strange," said Mr. Ruby smiling.  "It is in the next room, if your lordship would like to see it.  I think your lordship should see your gold service.  Mr. Putney Giles ordered it here to be examined and put in order."

33.¶4	"I should like to see it very much," said Lothair, "though I came to speak to you about something else."

33.¶5	And so Lothair, following Mr. Ruby into an inner apartment, had the gratification, for the first time, of seeing his own service of gold plate laid out in completeness, and which had been for some time exhibited to the daily admiration of that favored portion of the English people who frequent the brilliant and glowing counters of Mr. Ruby.

33.¶6	Not that Lothair was embarrassed by their presence at this moment.  The hour of their arrival had not yet come.  Business had not long commenced when Lothair entered the shop, somewhat to the surprise of its master.  Those who know Bond Street only in the blaze of fashionable hours can form but an imperfect conception of its matutinal charm when it is still shady and fresh ‑‑ when there are no carriages, rarely a cart, and passers-by gliding about on real business.  One feels as in some Continental city.  Then there are time and opportunity to look at the shops; and there is no street in the world that can furnish such a collection, filled with so many objects of beauty, curiosity, and interest.  The jewellers and goldsmiths and dealers in rare furniture, porcelain, and cabinets, and French pictures, have long fixed upon Bond Street as their favorite quarter, and are not chary of displaying their treasures; though it may be a question whether some of the magazines of fancy food ‑‑ delicacies culled from all the climes and regions of the globe ‑‑ particularly at the matin hour, may not, in their picturesque variety, be the most attractive.  The palm, perhaps, would be given to the fish-mongers, with their exuberant exhibitions, grouped with skill, startling often with strange forms, dazzling with prismatic tints, and breathing the invigorating redolence of the sea.

33.¶7	"Well, I like the service," said Lothair, "and am glad, as you tell me, that its fashion has come round again, because there will now be no necessity for ordering a new one.  I do not myself much care for plate.  I like flowers and porcelain on a table, and I like to see the guests.  However, I suppose it is all right, and I must use it.  It was not about plate that I called; I wanted to speak to you about pearls."

33.¶8	"Ah!" said Mr. Ruby, and his face brightened; and, ushering Lothair to some glass cases, he at the same time provided his customer with a seat.

33.¶9	"Something like that?" said Mr. Ruby, who by this time had slid into his proper side of the counter, and was unlocking the glass cases; "something like that?" and he placed before Lothair a string of pretty pearls with a diamond clasp.  "With the earrings, twenty-five hundred," he added; and then, observing that Lothair did not seem enchanted, he said, "This is something quite new," and he carelessly pushed toward Lothair a magnificent necklace of turquoises and brilliants.

33.¶10	It was impossible not to admire it ‑‑ the arrangement was so novel and yet of such good taste; but, though its price was double that of the pearl necklace, Mr. Ruby did not seem to wish to force attention to it, for he put in Lothair's hands almost immediately the finest emerald necklace in the world, and set in a style that was perfectly ravishing.

33.¶11	"The setting is from the Campana collection," said Mr. Ruby.  "They certainly understood things in those days, but I can say that, so far as mere workmanship is concerned, this quite equals them.  I have made one for the empress.  Here is a black pearl, very rare, pear-shape, and set in Golconda diamonds ‑‑ two thousand guineas ‑‑ it might be suspended to a necklace, or worn as a locket.  This is pretty," and he offered to Lothair a gigantic sapphire in brilliants and in the form of a bracelet.

33.¶12	"The finest sapphire I know is in this ring," added Mr. Ruby, and he introduced his visitor to a tray of precious rings.  "I have a pearl bracelet here that your lordship might like to see," and he placed before Lothair a case of fifty bracelets, vying with each other in splendor.

33.¶13	"But what I want," said Lothair, "are pearls."

33.¶14	"I understand," said Mr. Ruby.  "This is a curious thing," and he took out a paper packet.  "There!" he said, opening it and throwing it before Lothair so carelessly that some of the stones ran over the glass covering of the counter.  "There, that is a thing, not to be seen every day ‑‑ packet of diamonds, bought of an Indian prince, and sent by us to be cut and polished at Amsterdam ‑‑ nothing can be done in that way except there ‑‑ and just returned ‑‑ nothing very remarkable as to size, but all of high quality ‑‑ some fine stones ‑‑ that for example," and he touched one with the long nail of his little finger; "that is worth seven hundred guineas, the whole packet worth perhaps ten thousand pounds."

33.¶15	"Very interesting," said Lothair, "but what I want are pearls.  That necklace which you have shown me is like the necklace of a doll.  I want pearls, such as you see them in Italian pictures ‑‑ Titians and Giorgiones ‑‑ such as a Queen of Cyprus would wear.  I want ropes of pearls."

33.¶16	"Ah!" said Mr. Ruby, "I know what your lordship means.  Lady Bideford had something of that kind.  She very much deceived us ‑‑ always told us her necklace must be sold at her death, and she had very bad health.  We waited, but when she went, poor lady, it was claimed by the heir, and is in chancery at this very moment.  The Justinianis have ropes of pearls ‑‑ Madame Justiniani of Paris, I have been told, gives a rope to every one of her children when they marry ‑‑ but there is no expectation of a Justiniani parting with any thing.  Pearls are troublesome property, my lord.  They require great care; they want both air and exercise; they must be worn frequently; you cannot lock them up.  The Duchess of Havant has the finest pearls in this country, and I told her grace, 'Wear them whenever you can; wear them at breakfast,' and her grace follows my advice ‑‑ she does wear them at breakfast.  I go down to Havant Castle every year to see her grace's pearls, and I wipe every one of them myself, and let them lie on a sunny bank in the garden, in a westerly wind, for hours and days together.  Their complexion would have been ruined had it not been for this treatment.  Pearls are like girls, my lord ‑‑ they require quite as much attention."

33.¶17	"Then you cannot give me what I want?" said Lothair.

33.¶18	"Well, I can, and I cannot," said Mr. Ruby.  "I am in a difficulty.  I have in this house exactly what your lordship requires, but I have offered them to Lord Topaz, and I have not received his answer.  We have instructions to inform his lordship of every very precious jewel that we obtain, and give him the preference as a purchaser.  Nevertheless, there is no one I could more desire to oblige than your lordship ‑‑ your lordship has every claim upon us, and I should be truly glad to find these pearls in your lordship's possession if I could only see my way.  Perhaps your lordship would like to look at them?"

33.¶19	"Certainly, but pray do not leave me here alone with all these treasures," said Lothair, as Mr. Ruby was quitting the apartment.

33.¶20	"Oh! my lord, with you!"

33.¶21	"Yes, that is all very well; but, if any thing is missed hereafter, it will always be remembered that these jewels were in my possession, and I was alone.  I highly object to it."  But Mr. Ruby had vanished, and did not immediately reappear.  In the mean time it was impossible for Lothair to move: he was alone, and surrounded with precious necklaces, and glittering rings, and gorgeous bracelets, with loose diamonds running over the counter.  It was not a kind or an amount of property that Lothair, relinquishing the trust, could satisfactorily deliver to a shopman.  The shopman, however honest, might be suddenly tempted by Satan, and take the next train to Liverpool.  He felt therefore relieved when Mr. Ruby reentered the room, breathless, with a velvet casket.  "l beg pardon, my lord, a thousand pardons, but I thought I would just run over to Lord Topaz, only in the square close by.  His lordship is at Madrid, the only city one cannot depend on communications with by telegraph.  Spaniards strange people, very prejudiced, take all sorts of fancies in their head.  Besides, Lord Topaz has more pearls than he can know what to do with, and I should like your lordship to see these," and he opened the casket.

33.¶22	"Exactly what I want," exclaimed Lothair; "these must be the very pearls the Queen of Cyprus wore.  What is their price?"

33.¶23	"They are from Genoa, and belonged to a doge," said Mr. Ruby; "your lordship shall have them for the sum we gave for them.  There shall be no profit on the transaction, and we shall be proud of it.  We gave for them four thousand guineas."

33.¶24	"I will take them with me," said Lothair, who was afraid, if lie left them behind, Lord Topaz might arrive in the interval.

CHAPTER 34

34.¶1	Lothair had returned home from his last visit to Belmont agitated by many thoughts, but, generally speaking, deeply musing over its mistress.  Considerable speculation on religion, the churches, the solar system, the cosmical order, the purpose of creation, and the destiny of man, was maintained in his too rapid progress from Roehampton to his Belgravian hotel; but the association of ideas always terminated the consideration of every topic by a wondering and deeply interesting inquiry when he should see her again.  And here, in order to simplify this narrative, we will at once chronicle the solution of this grave question.  On the afternoon of the next day, Lothair mounted his horse with the intention of calling on Lady St. Jerome, and perhaps some other persons, but it is curious to observe that he soon found himself on the road to Roehampton, where he was in due time paying a visit to Theodora.  But what is more remarkable is that the same result occurred every day afterward.  Regularly every day he paid a visit to Belmont.  Nor was this all; very often he paid two visits, for he remembered that in the evening Theodora was always at home.  Lothair used to hurry to town from his morning visit, dine at some great house, which satisfied the demands of society, and then drive down to Roehampton.  The guests of the evening saloon, when they witnessed the high ceremony of Lothair's manner, which was natural to him, when he entered, and the welcome of Theodora, could hardly believe that a few hours only had elapsed since their separation.

34.¶2	And what was the manner of Theodora to him when they were alone?  Precisely as before.  She never seemed in the least surprised that he called on her every day, or even twice a day.  Sometimes she was alone, frequently she had companions, but she was always the same, always appeared gratified at his arrival, and always extended to him the same welcome, graceful and genial, but without a spark of coquetry.  Yet she did not affect to conceal that she took a certain interest in him, because she was careful to introduce him to distinguished men, and would say, "You should know him, he is master of such a subject.  You will hear things that you ought to know."  But all this in a sincere and straightforward manner.  Theodora had not the slightest affectation; she was always natural, though a little reserved.  But this reserve appeared to be the result of modesty, rather than of any desire of concealment.  When they were alone, though always calm, she would talk with freedom and vivacity; but in the presence of others she rather led to their display, and encouraged them, often with a certain degree of adroit simplicity, to descant on topics which interested theme or of which they were competent to treat.  Alone with Lothair, and they were often alone, though she herself never obtruded the serious subjects round which he was always fluttering, she never avoided them, and without involving herself in elaborate arguments, or degenerating into conversational controversy, she had a habit of asking a question, or expressing a sentiment, which greatly affected his feelings or perplexed his opinions.

34.¶3	Had not the season been long waning, this change in the life of Lothair must have been noticed, and its cause ultimately discovered.  But the social critics cease to be observant toward the end of July.  All the world then are thinking of themselves, and have no time to speculate on the fate and fortunes of their neighbors.  The campaign is too near its. close; the balance of the season must soon be struck, the great book of society made.  In a few weeks, even in a few days, what long and subtle plans shattered or triumphant! ‑‑ what prizes gained or missed! ‑‑ what baffled hopes, and what broken hearts!  The baffled hopes must go to Cowes, and the broken hearts to Baden.  There were some great ladies who did remark that Lothair was seldom seen at balls; and Hugo Bohun, who had been staying at his aunt Lady Gertrude's villa for change of air, did say to Bertram that he bad met Lothair twice on Barnes Common, and asked Bertram if he knew the reason why.  But the fact that Lothair was cruising in waters which their craft never entered combined with the lateness of the season to baffle all the ingenuity of Hugo Bohun, though he generally found out every thing.

34.¶4	The great difficulty which Lothair had to apprehend was with his Roman Catholic friends.  The system of the monsignori was never to let him be out of sight, and his absence from the critical function had not only disappointed but alarmed them.  But the Jesuits are wise men; they never lose their temper.  They know when to avoid scenes as well as when to make them.  Monsignore Catesby called on Lothair as frequently as before, and never made the slightest allusion to the miscarriage of their expectations.  Strange to say, the innocent Lothair, naturally so straightforward and so honorable, found himself instinctively, almost it might be said unconsciously, defending himself against his invaders with some of their own weapons.  He still talked about building his cathedral, of which, not contented with more plans, he even gave orders that a model should be made, and he still received statements on points of faith from Father Coleman, on which he made marginal notes and queries.  Monsignore Catesby was not altogether satisfied.  He was suspicious of some disturbing cause, but at present it baffled him.  Their hopes, however, were high; and they had cause to be sanguine.  In a month's time or so, Lothair would be in the country to celebrate his majority; his guardian the cardinal was to be his guest; the St. Jeromes were invited, Monsignore Catesby himself.  Here would be opportunity and actors to avail themselves of it.

34.¶5	It was a very few days after the first evening visit of Lothair to Belmont that he found himself one morning alone with Theodora.  She was in her bowery boudoir, copying some music for Madame Phœbus, at least in the intervals of conversation.  That had not been of a grave character, but the contrary when Lothair rather abruptly said, "Do you agree, Mrs. Campian, with what Mr. Phœbus said the other night, that the greatest pain must be the sense of death?"

34.¶6	"Then mankind is generally spared the greatest pain," she replied, "for I apprehend few people are sensible of death ‑‑ unless indeed," she added, "it be on the field of battle; and there, I am sure, it cannot be painful."

34.¶7	"Not on the field of battle?" asked Lothair, inducing her to proceed.

34.¶8	"Well, I should think for all, on the field of battle, there must be a degree of excitement, and of sympathetic excitement, scarcely compatible with overwhelming suffering; but, if death were encountered there for a great cause, I should rather associate it with rapture than pain."

34.¶9	"But still a good number of persons must die in their beds and be conscious," said Lothair.

34.¶10	"It may be, though I should doubt it.  The witnesses of such a demise are never impartial.  All I have loved and lost have died upon the field of battle; and those who have suffered pain have been those whom they have left behind; and that pain," she added with some emotion, "may perhaps deserve the description of Mr. Phœbus."

34.¶11	Lothair would not pursue the subject, and there was rather an awkward pause.  Theodora herself broke it, and in a lighter vein, though recurring to the same theme, she said with a slight smile: "I am scarcely a competent person to consult upon this subject, for, to be candid with you, I do not myself believe in death.  There is a change, and doubtless a great one, painful it may be, certainly very perplexing, but I have a profound conviction of my immortality, and I do not believe that I shall rest in my grave in sæcula sæculorum, only to be convinced of it by the last trump."

34.¶12	"I hope you will not leave this world before I do," said Lothair, "but, if that sorrow be reserved for me, promise that to me, if only once, you will reappear."

34.¶13	"I doubt whether the departed have that power," said Theodora, "or else I think my heroes would have revisited me.  I lost a father more magnificent than Jove, and two brothers brighter than Apollo, and all of them passionately loved me ‑‑ and yet they have not come; but I shall see them ‑‑ and perhaps soon.  So you see, my dear lord," speaking more briskly, and rising rather suddenly from her seat, "that for my part I think it best to arrange all that concerns one in this world while one inhabits it, and this reminds me that I have a little business to fulfil in which you can help me," and she opened a cabinet and took out a flat antique case, and then said, resuming her seat at her table: "Some one, and anonymously, has made me a magnificent present; some strings of costly pearls.  I am greatly embarrassed with them, for I never wear pearls or anything else, and I never wish to accept presents.  To return them to an unknown is out of my power, but it is not impossible that I may some day become acquainted with the donor.  I wish them to be kept in safety, and therefore not by myself, for my life is subject to too great vicissitudes.  I have therefore placed them in this case, which I shall now seal and intrust them to your care, as a friend in whom I have entire confidence.  See," she said, lighting a match, and opening the case, "here are the pearls ‑‑ are they not superb? ‑‑ and here is a note which will tell you what to do with them in case of my absence, when you open the case, which will not be for a year from this day.  There, it is locked.  I have directed it to you, and I will seal it with my father's seal."

34.¶14	Lothair wag about to speak.  "Do not say a word," she said "this seal is a religious ceremony with me."  She was some little time fulfilling it, so that the impression might be deep and clear.  She looked at it earnestly while the wax was cooling, and then she said, "I deliver the custody of this to a friend whom I entirely trust.  Adieu!" and she disappeared.

34.¶15	The amazed Lothair glanced at the seal.  It was a single word, "ROMA," and then, utterly mystified, he returned to town with his own present.

CHAPTER 35

35.¶1	Mr. Phœbus had just finished a picture which he had painted for the Emperor of Russia.  It was to depart immediately from England for its northern home, except that his imperial majesty had consented that it should be exhibited for a brief space to the people of England.  This was a condition which Mr. Phœbus had made in the interests of art, and as a due homage alike to his own patriotism and celebrity.

35.¶2	There was to be a private inspection of the picture at the studio of the artist, and Mr. Phœbus had invited Lothair to attend it.  Our friend had accordingly, on the appointed day, driven down to Belmont and then walked to the residence of Mr. Phœbus with Colonel Campian and his wife.  It was a short and pretty walk, entirely through the royal park, which the occupiers of Belmont had the traditionary privilege thus to use.

35.¶3	The residence of Mr. Phœbus was convenient and agreeable, and in situation not unlike that of Belmont, being sylvan and sequestered.  He had himself erected a fine studio, and added it to the original building.  The flower-garden was bright and curious, and on the lawn was a tent of many colors, designed by himself and which might have suited some splendid field of chivalry.  Upon gilt and painted perches, also, there were paroquets and macaws.

35.¶4	Lothair on his arrival found many guests assembled, chiefly on the lawn.  Mr. Phœbus was highly esteemed, and had distinguished and eminent friends, whose constant courtesies the present occasion allowed him elegantly to acknowledge.  There was a polished and gray-headed noble who was the head of the patrons of art in England, whose nod of approbation sometimes made the fortune of a young artist, and whose purchase of pictures for the nation even the furious cognoscenti of the House of Commons dared not question.  Some of the finest works of Mr. Phœbus were to be found in his gallery; but his lordship admired Madame Phœbus even more than her husband's works, and Euphrosyne as much as her sister.  It was sometimes thought, among their friends, that this young lady had only to decide in order to share the widowed coronet; but Euphrosyne laughed at every thing, even her adorers; and, while her witching mockery only rendered them more fascinated, it often prevented critical declarations.

35.¶5	And Lady Beatrice was there, herself an artist, and full of æsthetical enthusiasm.  Her hands were beautiful, and she passed her life in modelling them.  And Cecrops was there, a rich old bachelor, with, it was supposed, the finest collection of modern pictures extant.  His theory was, that a man could not do a wiser thing than invest the whole of his fortune in such securities, and it led him to tell his numerous nephews and nieces that he should, in all probability, leave his collection to the nation.

35.¶6	Clorinda, whose palace was always open to genius, and who delighted in the society of men who had discovered planets, excavated primeval mounds, painted pictures on new principles, or composed immortal poems which no human being could either scan or construe, but which she delighted in as "subtle" and full of secret melody, came leaning on the arms of a celebrated plenipotentiary, and beaming with sympathy on every subject, and with the consciousness of her universal charms.

35.¶7	And the accomplished Sir Francis was there, and several R. A. s of eminence, for Phœbus was a true artist, and loved the brotherhood, and always placed them in the post of honor.

35.¶8	No language can describe the fascinating costume of Madame Phœbus and her glittering sister.  "They are habited as sylvans," the great artist deigned to observe, if any of his guests could not refrain from admiring the dresses; which he had himself devised.  As for the venerable patron of art in Britain, he smiled when he met the lady of the house, and sighed when he glanced at Euphrosyne; but the first gave him a beautiful flower, and the other fastened it in his button-hole.  He looked like a victim bedecked by the priestesses of some old fane of Hellenic loveliness, and proud of his impending fate.  What could the Psalmist mean in the immortal passage?  Three-score-and-ten, at the present day, is the period of romantic passions.  As for our enamoured sexagenarians, they avenge the theories of our cold-hearted youth.

35.¶9	Mr. Phœbus was an eminent host.  It delighted him to see people pleased, and pleased under his influence.  He had a belief, not without foundation, that every thing was done better under his roof than under that of any other person.  The banquet in the air on the present occasion could only be done justice to by the courtly painters of the reign of Louis XV.  Vanloo, and Watteau, and Lancres, would have caught the graceful group and the well-arranged colors, and the faces, some pretty, some a little affected; the ladies on fantastic chairs of wicker-work, gilt and curiously painted; the gentlemen reclining on the turf, or bending behind them with watchful care.  The little tables all different, the soups in delicate cups of Sèvres, the wines in golden glass of Venice, the ortolans, the Italian confectionery, the endless bouquets, were worthy of the soft and invisible music that resounded from the pavilion, only varied by the coquettish scream of some macaw, jealous, amid all this novelty and excitement, of not being noticed.

35.¶10	"It is a scene of enchantment," whispered the chief patron of British art to Madame Phœbus.

35.¶11	"I always think luncheon in the air rather jolly," said Madame Phœbus.

35.¶12	"It is perfect romance!" murmured the chief patron of British art to Euphrosyne.

35.¶13	"With a due admixture of reality," she said, helping him to an enormous truffle, which she extracted from its napkin.  "You know you must eat it with butter."

35.¶14	Lothair was glad to observe that, though in refined society, none were present with whom he had any previous acquaintance, for he had an instinctive feeling that if Hugo Bohun had been there, or Bertram, or the Duke of Brecon, or any ladies with whom he was familiarly acquainted, he would scarcely have been able to avail himself of the society of Theodora with the perfect freedom which he now enjoyed.  They would all have been asking who she was, where she came from, how long Lothair had known her, all those questions, kind and neighborly, which under such circumstances occur.  He was in a distinguished circle, but one different from that in which he lived.  He sat next to Theodora, and Mr. Phœbus constantly hovered about them, ever doing something very graceful, or saying something very bright.  Then he would whisper a word to the great Clorinda, who flashed intelligence from her celebrated eyes, and then he made a suggestion to the æsthetical Lady Beatrice, who immediately fell into enthusiasm and eloquence, and took the opportunity of displaying her celebrated hands.

35.¶15	The time had now arrived when they were to repair to the studio and view the picture.  A curtain was over it, and then a silken rope across the chamber, and then some chairs.  The subject of the picture was Hero and Leander, chosen by the heir of all the Russias himself, during a late visit to England.

35.¶16	"A fascinating subject," said old Cecrops to Mr. Phœbus, "but not a very original one."

35.¶17	"The originality of a subject is in its treatment," was the reply.

35.¶18	The theme, in the present instance, was certainly not conventionally treated.  When the curtain was withdrawn, they beheld a figure of life-like size, exhibiting in undisguised completeness the perfection of the female form, and yet the painter had so skilfully availed himself of the shadowy and mystic hour, and of some gauze-like drapery, which veiled without concealing his design, that the chastest eye might gaze on his heroine with impunity.  The splendor of her upstretched arms held high the beacon-light, which thew a glare upon the sublime anxiety of her countenance, while all the tumult of the Hellespont, the waves, the scudding sky, the opposite shore revealed by a blood-red flash, were touched by the hand of a master who had never failed.

35.¶19	The applause was a genuine verdict, and the company after a time began to disperse about the house and gardens.  A small circle remained, and, passing the silken rope, approached and narrowly scrutinized the picture.  Among these were Theodora and Lothair, the chief patron of British art, an R. A. or two, Clorinda, and Lady Beatrice.

35.¶20	Mr. Phœbus, who left the studio but had now returned, did not disturb them.  After a while he approached the group.  His air was elate, and was redeemed only from arrogance by the intellect of his brow.  The circle started a little as they heard his voice, for they had been unaware of his presence.

35.¶21	"To-morrow," he said, "the critics will commence.  You know who the critics are?  The men who have failed in literature and art."

CHAPTER 36

36.¶1	The lodge-gate of Belmont was opening as Lothair one morning approached it; a Hansom cab came forth, and in it was a person whose countenance was strongly marked on the memory of Lothair.  It was that of his unknown friend at the Fenian meeting.  Lothair instantly recognized and cordially saluted him, and his greeting, though hurriedly, was not ungraciously returned; but the vehicle did not stop.  Lothair called to the driver to halt; but the driver, on the contrary, stimulated his steed, and in the winding lane was soon out of sight.

36.¶2	Theodora was not immediately visible.  She was neither in her usual apartment nor in her garden; but it was only perhaps because Lothair was so full of his own impressions from his recent encounter at the lodge, that he did not observe that the demeanor of Mrs. Campian, when she appeared, was hardly marked by her habitual serenity.  She entered the room hurriedly and spoke with quickness.

36.¶3	"Pray," exclaimed Lothair, rather eagerly, "do tell me the name of the gentleman who has just called here."

36.¶4	Theodora changed color, looked distressed, and was silent; unobserved, however, by Lothair, who, absorbed by his own highly-excited curiosity, proceeded to explain why he presumed to press for the information.  "I am under great obligations to that person; I am not sure I may not say I owe him my life, but certainly an extrication from great dander and very embarrassing danger too.  I never saw him but once, and he would not give me his name, and scarcely would accept my thanks.  I wanted to stop his cab to-day, but it was impossible.  He literally galloped off."

36.¶5	"He is a foreigner," said Mrs Campian, who had recovered herself; "be was a particular friend of my dear father; and when he visits England, which he does occasionally, he calls to see us."

36.¶6	"Ah!" said Lothair, "I hope I shall soon have an opportunity of expressing to him my gratitude."

36.¶7	"It was so like him not to give his name and to shrink from thanks," said Mrs. Campian.  "He never enters society, and makes no acquaintances."

36.¶8	"I am sorry for that," said Lothair, "for it is not only that he served me, but I was much taken with him, and felt that he was a person I should like to cultivate."

36.¶9	"Yes, Captain Bruges is a remarkable man," said Theodora; "he is not one to be forgotten."

36.¶10	"Captain Bruges.  That, then, is his name?"

36.¶11	"He is known by the name of Captain Bruges," said Theodora, and she hesitated; and then speaking more quickly she added:  "I cannot sanction, I cannot bear, any deception between you and this roof.  Bruges is not his real name, nor is the title he assumes his real rank.  He is not to be known, and not to be spoken of.  He is one, and one of the most eminent, of the great family of sufferers in this world, but sufferers for a divine cause.  I myself have been direly stricken in this struggle.  When I remember the departed, it is not always easy to bear the thought.  I keep it at the bottom of my heart; but this visit to-day has too terribly revived every thing.  It is well that you only are here to witness my suffering, but you will not have to witness it again, for we will never again speak of these matters."

36.¶12	Lothair was much touched: his good heart and his good taste alike dissuaded him from attempting commonplace consolation.  He ventured to take her hand and pressed it to his lips.  "Dear lady!" he murmured, and he led her to a seat.  "I fear my foolish tattle has added to pain which I would gladly bear for you."

36.¶13	They talked about nothings: about a new horse which Colonel Campian had just purchased, and which he wanted to show to Lothair; an old opera revived, but which sounded rather flat; something amusing that somebody had said, and something absurd which somebody had done.  And then, when the ruffled feeling had been quite composed, and all had been brought back to the tenor of their usual pleasant life, Lothair said suddenly and rather gayly.  "And now, dearest lady, I have a favor to ask.  You know my majority is, to be achieved and to be celebrated next month.  I hope that yourself and Colonel Campian will honor me by being my guests."

36.¶14	Theodora did not at all look like a lady who had received a social attention of the most distinguished class.  She looked embarrassed, and began to murmur something about Colonel Campian, and their never going into society.

36.¶15	"Colonel Campian is going to Scotland, and you are going with him," said Lothair.  "I know it, for he told me so, and said he could manage the visit to me, if you approved it, quite well.  In fact, it will fit in with this Scotch visit."

36.¶16	"There was some talk once about Scotland," said Theodora, "but that was a long time ago.  Many things have happened since then.  I do not think the Scotch visit is by any means so settled as you think."

36.¶17	"But, however that may be decided," said Lothair, "there can be no reason why you should not come to me."

36.¶18	"It is presumptuous in me, a foreigner, to speak of such matters," said Theodora; "but I fancy that, in such celebrations as you contemplate, there is, or there should be, some qualification of blood or family connection for becoming your guests.  We should be there quite strangers, and in everybody's way, checking the local and domestic abandon which I should suppose is one of the charms of such meetings."

36.¶19	"I have few relations and scarcely a connection," said Lothair rather moodily.  "I can only ask friends to celebrate my majority, and there are no friends whom I so much regard as those who live at Belmont."

36.¶20	"It is very kind of you to say that, and to feel it; and I know that you would not say it if you did not feel it," replied Theodora.  "But still, I think it would be better that we should come to see you at a time when you are less engaged; perhaps you will take Colonel Campian down some day and give him some shooting."

36.¶21	"All I can say is that, if you do not come, it will be the darkest, instead of the brightest, week in my life," said Lothair.  "In short, I feel I could not get through the business; I should be so mortified.  I cannot restrain my feelings or arrange my countenance.  Unless you come, the whole affair will be a complete failure, and worse than a failure."

36.¶22	"Well, I will speak to Colonel Campian about it," said Theodora, but with little animation.

36.¶23	"We will both speak to him about it now," said Lothair, for the colonel at that moment entered the room and greeted Lothair, as was his custom, cordially.

36.¶24	"We are settling the visit to Muriel," said Lothair; "I want to induce Mrs. Campian to come down a day or two before the rest, so that we may have the benefit of her counsel."

CHAPTER 37

37.¶1	Muriel Tower crowned a wooded steep, part of a wild, and winding, and sylvan valley, at the bottom of which rushed a foaming stream.  On the other side of the castle the scene, though extensive, was not less striking, and was essentially romantic.  A vast park spread in all directions beyond the limit of the eye, and with much variety of character ‑‑ ornate near the mansion, and choicely timbered; in other parts glens and spreading dolls, masses of black pines and savage woods; everywhere, sometimes glittering, and sometimes sullen, glimpses of the largest natural late that inland England boasts, Muriel Mere, and in the extreme distance moors, and the first crest of mountains.  The park, too, was full of life, for there were not only herds of red and fallow deer, but, in its more secret haunts, wandered a race of wild-cattle, extremely savage, white and dove-colored, and said to be of the time of the Romans.

37.¶2	It was not without emotion that Lothair beheld the chief seat of his race.  It was not the first time he had visited it.  He had a clear and painful recollection of a brief, hurried, unkind glimpse caught of it in his very earliest boyhood.  His uncle had taken him there by some inconvenient cross-railroad, to avail themselves of which they had risen in the dark on a March morning, and in an east wind.  When they arrived at their station they had hired an open fly drawn by a single horse, and, when they had thus at last reached the uninhabited Towers, they entered by the offices, where Lothair was placed in the steward's room, by a smoky fire, given something to eat, and told that he might walk about and amuse himself, provided he did not go out of sight of the castle, while his uncle and the steward mounted their horses and rode over the estate; leaving Lothair for hours without companions, and returning just in time, in a shivering twilight, to clutch him up, as it were, by the nape of the neck, twist him back again into the one-horse fly, and regain the railroad; his uncle praising himself the whole time for the satisfactory and business-like manner in which he had planned and completed the edition.

37.¶3	What a contrast to present circumstances!  Although Lothair had wished, and thought he had secured, that his arrival at Muriel should be quite private, and even unknown, and that all ceremonies and celebrations should be postponed for a few days, during which he hoped to become a little more familiar with his home, the secret could not be kept, and the county would not tolerate this reserve.  He was met at the station by five hundred horsemen, all well mounted, and some of them gentlemen of high degree, who insisted upon accompanying him to his gates.  His carriage passed under triumphal arches, and choirs of enthusiastic children; waving parochial banners, hymned his auspicious approach.

37.¶4	At the park gates his cavalcade quitted him with that delicacy of feeling which always distinguishes Englishmen, however rough their habit.  As their attendance was self-invited, they would not intrude upon his home.

37.¶5	"Your lordship will have enough to do to-day, without being troubled with us," said their leader, as he shook hands with Lothair.

37.¶6	But Lothair would not part with them thus.  With the inspiring recollection of his speech at the Fenian meeting, Lothair was not afraid of rising in his barouche and addressing them.  What he said was said very well and it was addressed to a people who, though the shyest in the world, have a passion for public speaking, than which no achievement more tests reserve.  It was something to be a great peer and a great proprietor, and to be young and singularly well-favored; but to be able to make a speech, and such a good one, such cordial words in so strong and musical a voice ‑‑ all felt at once they were in the presence of the natural leader of the county.  The enthusiasm of the hunting-field burst forth.  They gave him three ringing cheers, and jostled their horses forward, that they might grasp his hand.

37.¶7	The park gates were open, and the postillions dashed along through scenes of loveliness on which Lothair would fain have lingered, but be consoled himself with the recollection that he should probably have an opportunity of seeing them again.  Sometimes his carriage seemed in the heart of an ancient forest; sometimes the deer, startled at his approach, were scudding over expanding lawns; then his course wound by the margin of a sinuous lake with green islands and golden gondolas; and then, after advancing through stately avenues, he arrived at mighty gates of wondrous workmanship, that once had been the boast of a celebrated convent on the Danube, but which, in the days of revolutions, had reached England, and had been obtained by the grandfather of Lothair to guard the choice demesne that was the vicinage of his castle.

37.¶8	When we remember that Lothair, notwithstanding his rank and vast wealth, had never, from the nature of things, been the master of an establishment, it must be admitted that the present occasion was a little trying for his nerves.  The whole household of the Towers were arrayed and arranged in groups on the steps of the chief entrance.  The steward of the estate, who had been one of the cavalcade, had galloped on before, and he was, of course, the leading spirit, and extended his arm to his lord as Lothair descended from his carriage.  The house-steward, the chief butler, the head-gardener, the chief of the kitchen, the head-keeper, the head-forester, and grooms of the stud and of the chambers, formed one group behind the housekeeper, a grave and distinguished-looking female, who courtesied like the old court; half a dozen powdered gentlemen, glowing, in crimson liveries, indicated the presence of my lord's footmen; while the rest of the household, considerable in numbers, were arranged in two groups, according to their sex, and at a respectful distance.

37.¶9	What struck Lothair ‑‑ who was always thinking, and who had no inconsiderable fund of humor in his sweet and innocent nature ‑‑ was the wonderful circumstance that, after so long an interval of neglect and abeyance, he should find himself the master of so complete and consummate a household.

37.¶10	"Castles and parks," he thought, "I had a right to count on, and, perhaps, even pictures, but how I came to possess such a work of art as my groom of the chambers, who seems as respectfully haughty, and as calmly grateful, as if he were at Brentham itself, and whose coat must have been made in Saville Row, quite bewilders me."

37.¶11	But Lothair, though he appreciated Putney Giles, had not yet formed a full conception of the resource and all-accomplished providence of that wondrous man, acting under the inspiration of the consummate Apollonia.

37.¶12	Passing through the entrance-hall, a lofty chamber, though otherwise of moderate dimensions, Lothair was ushered into his armory, a gallery two hundred feet long, with suits of complete mail ranged on each side, and the walls otherwise covered with rare and curious weapons.  It was impossible, even for the master of this collection, to suppress the delight and the surprise with which he beheld the scene.  We must remember, in his excuse, that be beheld it for the first time.

37.¶13	The armory led to a large and lofty octagonal chamber, highly decorated, in the centre of which was the tomb of Lothair's grandfather.  He had raised it in his lifetime.  The tomb was of alabaster surrounded by a railing of pure gold, and crowned with a recumbent figure of the deceased in his coronet ‑‑ a fanciful man, who lived in solitude, building castles and making gardens.

37.¶14	What charmed Lothair most as he proceeded were the number of courts and quadrangles in the castle, all of bright and fantastic architecture, and each of which was a garden, glowing with brilliant colors, and gay with the voice of fountains or the forms of gorgeous birds.  Our young friend did not soon weary in his progress; even the suggestions of the steward, that his lordship's luncheon was at command, did not restrain him.  Ballrooms, and baronial halls, and long libraries with curiously-stained windows, and suites of dazzling saloons, where he beheld the original portraits of his parents, of which he had miniatures ‑‑ he saw them all, and was pleased, and interested.  But what most struck and even astonished him was the habitable air which pervaded the whole of this enormous structure; too rare even when families habitually reside in such dwellings; but almost inconceivable, when it was to be remembered that more than a generation had passed without a human being living in these splendid chambers, scarcely a human word being spoken in them.  There was not a refinement of modern furniture that was wanting; even the tables were covered with the choicest publications of the day.

37.¶15	"Mr. Putney Giles proposes to arrive here to-morrow," said the steward.  "He thought your lordship would like to be a day or two alone."

37.¶16	"He is the most sensible man I know," said Lothair; "he always does the right thing.  I think I will have my luncheon now, Mr. Harvey, and I will go ever the cellars to-morrow."

CHAPTER 38

38.¶1	Yes; Lothair wished to be alone.  He had naturally a love of solitude, but the events of the last few hours lent an additional inducement to meditation.  He was impressed, in a manner and degree not before experienced, with the greatness of his inheritance.  His worldly position, until to-day, had been an abstraction.  After all, he had only been one of a crowd, which he resembled.  But the sight of this proud and abounding territory, and the unexpected encounter with his neighbors, brought to him a sense of power and of responsibility.  He shrank from neither.  The world seemed opening to him with all its delights, and with him duty was one.  He was also sensible of the beautiful, and the surrounding forms of nature and art charmed him.  Let us not forget that extreme youth and perfect health were ingredients not wanting in the spell any more than power or wealth.  Was it, then, complete?  Not without the influence of woman.

38.¶2	To that gentle yet mystical sway the spirit of Lothair had yielded.  What was the precise character of his feelings to Theodora ‑‑ what were his hopes, or views ‑‑ he had hitherto had neither the time nor the inclination to make certain.  The present was so delightful, and the enjoyment of her society had been so constant and complete, that he had ever driven the future from his consideration.  Had the conduct of Theodora been different, had she deigned to practise on his affections, appealed to his sensibility, stimulated or piqued his vanity, it might have been otherwise.  In the distraction of his heart, or the disturbance of his temper, he might have arrived at conclusions, and even expressed them, incompatible with the exquisite and even sublime friendship, which had so strangely and beautifully arisen, like a palace in a dream, and absorbed his being.  Although their acquaintance could hardly be numbered by months, there was no living person of whom he had seen so much, or to whom he had opened his heart and mind with such profuse ingenuousness.  Nor on her part, though apparently shrinking from egotism, had there ever been any intellectual reserve.  On the contrary, although never authoritative, and, even when touching on her convictions, suggesting rather than dictating them, Lothair could not but feel that, during the happy period he had passed in her society, not only his taste had refined but his mind had considerably opened; his views had become larger, his sympathies had expanded; he considered with charity things and even persons from whom a year ago he would have recoiled with alarm or aversion.

38.¶3	The time during which Theodora had been his companion was the happiest period of his life.  It was more than that; he could conceive no felicity greater, and all that he desired was that it should endure.  Since they first met, scarcely four-and-twenty hours had passed without his being in her presence; and now, notwithstanding the novelty and the variety of the objects around him and the vast, and urgent, and personal interest which they involve he felt a want which meeting her, or the daily prospect of meeting her, could alone supply.  Her voice lingered in his ear; he gazed upon a countenance invisible to others; and he scarcely saw or did any thing without almost unconsciously associating with it her opinion or approbation.

38.¶4	Well, then, the spell was complete.  The fitfulness or melancholy which so often is the doom of youth, however otherwise favored, who do not love, was not the condition, capricious or desponding, of Lothair.  In him combined all the accidents and feelings which enchant existence.

38.¶5	He had been rambling in the solitudes of his park, and had thrown himself on the green shadow of a stately tree, his cheek resting on his arm, and lost in reverie amid the deep and sultry silence.  Wealthy and young, noble and full of noble thoughts, with the inspiration of health, surrounded by the beautiful, and his heart softened by feelings as exquisite, Lothair, nevertheless, could not refrain from pondering over the mystery of that life which seemed destined to bring to him only delight.

38.¶6	"Life would be perfect," he at length exclaimed, "if it would only last."  But it will not last; and what then?  He could not reconcile interest in this life with the conviction of another, and an eternal one.  It seemed to him that, with such a conviction, man could have only one thought and one occupation ‑‑ the future, and preparation for it.  With such a conviction, what they called reality appeared to him more vain and nebulous than the scones and sights of sleep.  And he had that conviction; at least he had it once.  Had he it now?  Yes; he had it now, but modified, perhaps, in detail.  He was not so confident as he was a few months ago, that he could be ushered by a Jesuit from his deathbed to the society of St. Michael and all the angels.  There might be long processes of initiation ‑‑ intermediate states of higher probation and refinement.  There might be a horrible and apathetic pause.  When millions of ages appeared to be necessary to mature the crust of a rather insignificant planet, it might be presumption in man to assume that his soul, though immortal, was to reach its final destination regardless of all the influences of space and time.

38.¶7	And the philosophers and distinguished men of science with whom of late he had frequently enjoyed the opportunity of becoming acquainted, what were their views?  They differed among themselves: did any of them agree with him?  How they accounted for every thing except the only point on which man requires revelation!  Chance, necessity, atomic theories, nebular hypotheses, development, evolution, the origin of worlds, human ancestry ‑‑ here were high topics, on none of which was there lack of argument; and, in a certain sense, of evidence; and what then?  There must be design.  The reasoning and the research of all philosophy could not be valid against that conviction.  If there were no design, why, it would all be nonsense; and he could not believe in nonsense.  And if there were design, there must be intelligence; and if intelligence, pure intelligence; and pure intelligence was inconsistent with any disposition but perfect good.  But between the all-wise and the all-benevolent and man, according to the new philosophers, no relations were to be any longer acknowledged.  They renounce in despair the possibility of bringing man into connection with that First Cause which they can neither explain nor deny.  But man requires that there shall be direct relations between the created and the Creator; and that in those relations he should find a solution of the perplexities of existence.  The brain that teems with illimitable thought, will never recognize as his creator any power of Nature, however irresistible, that is not gifted with consciousness.  Atheism may be consistent with fine taste, and fine taste under certain conditions may for a time regulate a polished society; but ethics with atheism are impossible; and without ethics no human order can be strong or permanent.

38.¶8	The Church comes forward, and, without equivocation, offers to establish direct relations between God and man.  Philosophy denies its title, and disputes its power.  Why?  Because they are founded on the supernatural.  What is the supernatural?  Can there be any thing more miraculous than the existence of man and the world? ‑‑ any thing more literally supernatural than the origin of things?  The Church explains what no one else pretends to explain, and which, every one agrees, it is of first moment should be made clear.

38.¶9	The clouds of a summer eve were glowing in the creative and flickering blaze of the vanished sun, that had passed like a monarch from the admiring sight, yet left his pomp behind.  The golden and amber vapors fell into forms that to the eye of the musing Lothair depicted the objects of his frequent meditation.  There seemed to rise in the horizon the dome and campaniles and lofty aisles of some celestial fane, such as he had often more than dreamed of raising to the revealed author of life and death.  Altars arose and sacred shrines, and delicate chantries and fretted spires; now the flashing phantom of heavenly choirs, and then the dim response of cowled and earthly cenobites:

38.¶10	"These are black Vesper's pageants!"

CHAPTER 39

39.¶1	Lothair was quite glad to see Mr. Putney Giles.  That gentleman indeed was a universal favorite.  He was intelligent, acquainted with every thing except theology and metaphysics, to oblige, a little to patronize, never made difficulties, and always overcame them.  His bright blue eyes, open forehead, and sunny face, indicated a man fall of resources, and with a temper of natural sweetness.

39.¶2	The lawyer and his noble client had a great deal of business to transact.  Lothair was to know his position in detail preparatory to releasing his guardians from their responsibilities, and assuming the management of his own affairs.  Mr. Putney Giles was a first-rate man of business.  With all his pleasant, easy manner, he was precise and methodical, and was not content that his client should be less master of his own affairs than his lawyer.  The mornings passed over a table covered with dispatch boxes and piles of ticketed and banded papers, and then they looked after the workmen who were preparing for the impending festivals, or rode over the estate.

39.¶3	"That is our weak point," said Mr. Putney Giles, pointing to a distant part of the valley.  "We ought to have both sides of the valley.  Your lordship will have to consider whether you can devote the two hundred thousand pounds of the second and extinct trust to a better purpose than in obtaining that estate."

39.¶4	Lothair had always destined that particular sum for the cathedral, the raising of which was to have been the first achievement of his majority; but he did not reply.

39.¶5	In a few days the guests began to arrive, but gradually.  The duke and duchess and Lady Corisande came the first, and were one day alone with Lothair, for Mr. Putney Giles had departed to fetch Apollonia.

39.¶6	Lothair was unaffectedly gratified at not only receiving his friends at his own castle, but under these circumstances of intimacy.  They had been the first persons who had been kind to him, and he really loved the whole family.  They arrived rather late, but he would show them to their rooms ‑‑ and they were choice ones ‑‑ himself, and then they dined together in the small green dining-room.  Nothing could be more graceful or more cordial than the whole affair.  The duchess seemed to beam with affectionate pleasure as Lothair fulfilled his duties as their host; the duke praised the claret, and he seldom praised any thing; while Lady Corisande only regretted that the impending twilight had prevented her from seeing the beautiful country, and expressed lively interest in the morrow's inspection of the castle and domain.  Sometimes her eyes met those of Lothair, and she was so happy that she unconsciously smiled.

39.¶7	"And-to-morrow," said Lothair, "I am delighted to say, we shall have to ourselves; at least all the morning.  We will see the castle first, and then, after luncheon, we will drive about everywhere."

39.¶8	"Everywhere," said Corisande.

39.¶9	"It was very nice your asking us first, and alone," said the duchess.

39.¶10	"It was very nice in your coming, dear duchess," said Lothair, "and most kind ‑‑ as you ever are to me."

39.¶11	"Duke of Brecon is coming to you on Thursday," said the duke; "he told me so at White's."

39.¶12	"Perhaps you would like to know, duchess, whom you are going to meet," said Lothair.

39.¶13	"I should much like to hear.  Pray tell us."

39.¶14	"It is a rather formidable array," said Lothair, and he took out a paper.  "First, there are all the notables of the county.  I do not know any of them personally, so I wrote to each of them a letter, as well as sending them a formal invitation.  I thought that was right."

39.¶15	"Quite right," said the duchess.  "Nothing could be more proper."

39.¶16	"Well, the first person, of course, is the lord-lieutenant.  He is coming."

39.¶17	"By-the-by, let me see, who is your lord-lieutenant?" said the duke.

39.¶18	"Lord Agramont."

39.¶19	"To be sure.  I was at college with him; a very good fellow; but I have never met him since, except once at Boodle's; and I never saw a man so red and gray, and I remember him such a good-looking fellow!  He must have lived immensely in the country, and never thought of his person," said the duke in a tone of pity, and playing with his mustache.

39.¶20	"Is there a Lady Agramont?" inquired the duchess.

39.¶21	"Oh, yes! and she also honors me with her presence," said Lothair.

39.¶22	"And who was Lady Agramont?"

39.¶23	"Oh! his cousin," said the duke.  "The Agramonts always marry their cousins.  His father did the same thing.  They are so shy.  It is a family that never was in society, and never will be.  I was at Agramont Castle once when I was at college, and I never shall forget it.  We used to sit down forty or fifty every day to dinner, entirely maiden aunts and clergymen, and that sort of thing.  However, I shall be truly glad to see Agramont again, for, notwithstanding all these disadvantages, be is a thoroughly good fellow."

39.¶24	"Then there is the high-sheriff," continued Lothair; "and both the county members and their wives; and Mrs. High-Sheriff too.  I believe there is some tremendous question respecting the precedency of this lady.  There is no doubt that, in the county, the high-sheriff takes precedence of every one, even of the lord-lieutenant; but how about his wife?  Perhaps your grace could aid me?  Mr. Putney Giles said he would write about it to the Heralds' College."

39.¶25	"I should give her the benefit of any doubt," said the duchess.

39.¶26	"And then our bishop is coming;" said Lothair.

39.¶27	"Oh! I am so glad you have asked the bishop," said Lady Corisande.

39.¶28	"There could be no doubt about it," said Lothair.

39.¶29	"I do not know how his lordship will get on with one of my guardians, the cardinal; but his eminence is not here in a priestly character; and, as for that, there is less chance of his differing with the cardinal than with my other guardian Lord Culloden, who is a member of the Free Kirk."

39.¶30	"Is Lord Culloden coming?" said the duchess.

39.¶31	"Yes, and with two daughters, Flora and Grizell.  I remember my cousins, good-natured little girls; but Mr. Putney Giles tells me that the shortest is six feet high."

39.¶32	"I think we shall have a very amusing party," said the duchess.

39.¶33	"You know all the others," said Lothair.  "No, by-the-by, there is the dean of my college coming, and Monsignore Catesby, a great friend of the St. Jeromes."

39.¶34	Lady Corisande looked grave.

39.¶35	"The St. Jeromes will be here to-morrow," continued Lothair, "and the Montairys and the St. Aldegondes.  I have half an idea that Bertram and Carisbrooke and Hugo Bohun will be here to-night ‑‑ Duke of Brecon on Thursday; and that, I think, is all, except an American lady and gentleman, whom, I think, you will like ‑‑ great friends of mine; I knew them this year at Oxford, and the were very kind to me.  He is a man of considerable fortune; they have lived at Paris a good deal."

39.¶36	"I have known Americans who lived at Paris," said the duke; "very good sort of people, and no end of money some of them."

39.¶37	"I believe Colonel Campian has large estates in the South," said Lothair; "but, though really I have no right to speak of his affairs, he must have suffered very much."

39.¶38	"Well, he has the consolation of suffering in a good cause," said the duke.  "I shall be happy to make his acquaintance.  I look upon an American gentleman with large estates in the South as a real aristocrat; and; whether he gets his rents, or whatever his returns may be, or not, I should always treat him with respect."

39.¶39	"I have heard the American women are very pretty," said Lady Corisande.

39.¶40	"Mrs. Campian is very distinguished," said Lothair; "but I think she was an Italian."

39.¶41	"They promise to be an interesting addition to our party," said the duchess, and she rose.

CHAPTER 40

40.¶1	There never was any thing so successful as the arrangements of the next day.  After breakfast they inspected the castle, and in the easiest manner, without form and without hurry, resting occasionally in a gallery or a saloon, never examining a cabinet, and only looking at a picture now and then.  Generally speaking, nothing is more fatiguing than the survey of a great house; but this enterprise was conducted with so much tact and consideration, and much which they had to see was so beautiful and novel, that every one was interested, and remained quite fresh for their subsequent exertions.  "And then the duke is so much amused," said the duchess to her daughter, delighted at the unusual excitement of the handsome, but somewhat too serene, partner of her life.

40.¶2	After luncheon they visited the gardens, which had been formed in a sylvan valley, enclosed with gilded gates.  The creator of this, paradise had been favored by Nature, and had availed himself of this opportunity.  The contrast between the parterres, blazing with color, and the sylvan background, the undulating paths over romantic heights, the fanes and the fountains, the glittering statues, and the Babylonian terraces, formed a whole, much of which was beautiful, and all of which was striking and singular.

40.¶3	"Perhaps too many temples," said Lothair; "but this ancestor of mine had some imagination."

40.¶4	A carriage met them on the other side of the valley, and then they soon entered the park.

40.¶5	"I am almost as much a stranger here as yourself, dear duchess," said Lothair; "but I have seen some parts which, I think, will please you."  And they commenced a drive of varying, but unceasing, beauty.

40.¶6	"I hope I see the wild-cattle," said Lady Corisande.

40.¶7	Lady Corisande saw the wild-cattle, and many other things, which gratified and charmed her.  It was a long drive, even of hours, and yet no one was, for a moment, wearied.

40.¶8	"What a delightful day!" Lady Corisande exclaimed in her mother's dressing-room.  "I have never seen any place so beautiful."

40.¶9	"I agree with you," said the duchess; "but what pleases me most are his manners.  They were always kind and natural; but they are so polished ‑‑ so exactly what they ought to be; and he always says the right thing.  I never knew any one who had so matured."

40.¶10	"Yes; it is very little more than a year since he came to us at Brentham," said Lady Corisande, thoughtfully.  "Certainly he has greatly changed.  I remember he could hardly open his lips; and now I think him very agreeable."

40.¶11	"He is more than that," said the duchess; "he is interesting."

40.¶12	"Yes," said Lady Corisande; "he is interesting."

40.¶13	"What delights me," said the duchess, "is to see his enjoyment of his position.  He seems to take such an interest in every thing.  It makes me happy to see him so happy."

40.¶14	"Well, I hardly know," said Lady Corisande, "about that.  There is something occasionally about his expression which I should hardly describe as indicative of happiness or content.  It would be ungrateful to describe one as distrait, who seems to watch all one wants, and hangs on every word; and yet ‑‑ especially as we returned, and when we were all of us a little silent ‑‑ there was a remarkable abstraction about him; I caught it once or twice before, earlier in the day; his mind seemed in another place, and anxiously."

40.¶15	"He has a great deal to think of," said the duchess.

40.¶16	"I fear it is that dreadful Monsignore Catesby," said Lady Corisande, with a sigh.

CHAPTER 41

41.¶1	The arrival of the guests was arranged with judgment.  The personal friends came first; the formal visitors were invited only for the day before the public ceremonies commenced.  No more dinners in small green dining-rooms.  While the duchess was dressing, Bertha St. Aldegonde and Victoria Montairy, who had just arrived, came in to give her a rapid embrace while their own toilets were unpacking.

41.¶2	"Granville, has come, mamma; I did not think that he would till the last moment.  He said he was so afraid of being bored.  There is a large party by this train; the St. Jeromes, Bertram, Mr. Bohun, Lord Carisbrooke, and some others we do not know."

41.¶3	The cardinal had been expected to-day, but he had telegraphed that his arrival must be postponed in consequence: of business until the morrow, which day had been previously fixed for the arrival of his fellow guardian and trustee, the Earl of Culloden, and his daughters, the Ladies Flora and Grizell Falkirk.  Monsignore Catesby had, however, arrived by this train, and the persons "whom they did not know," the Campians.

41.¶4	Lothair waited on Colonel Campian immediately and welcomed him, but he did not see Theodora.  Still he had inquired after her, and left her a message, and hoped that she would take some tea; and thus, as he flattered himself, broken a little the strangeness of their meeting under his roof; but, notwithstanding all this, when she really entered the drawing-room he was seized with such a palpitation of the heart that for a moment he thought he should be unequal to the situation.  But the serenity of Theodora reassured him.  The Campians came in late, and all eyes were upon them.  Lothair presented Theodora to the duchess, who, being prepared for the occasion, said exactly the right thing in the best manner, and invited Mrs. Campian to sit by her, and then, Theodora being launched, Lothair whispered something to the duke, who nodded, and the colonel was introduced to his grace.  The duke, always polite but generally cold, was more than courteous ‑‑ he was cordial; he seemed to enjoy the opportunity of expressing his high consideration for a gentleman of the Southern States.

41.¶5	So the first step was over; Lothair recovered himself; the palpitation subsided; and the world still went on.  The Campians had made a good start, and the favorable impression hourly increased.  At dinner Theodora sat between Lord St. Jerome and Bertram, and talked more to the middle-aged peer than to the distinguished youth, who would willingly have engrossed her attention.  All mothers admire such discretion, especially in a young and beautiful married woman, so the verdict of the evening among the great ladies was, that Theodora was distinguished, and that all she said or did was in good taste.  On the plea of her being a foreigner, she was at once admitted into a certain degree of social intimacy.  Had she had the misfortune of being native-born and had flirted with Bertram, she would probably, particularly with so much beauty, have been looked upon as "a horrid woman," and have been relegated for amusement, during her visit, to the attentions of the dark sex.  But, strange to say, the social success of Colonel Campian was not less eminent than that of his distinguished wife.  The character which the duke gave of him commanded universal sympathy.  "You know he is a gentleman," said the duke; "he is not a Yankee.  People make the greatest mistakes about these things.  He is a gentleman of the South; they have no property, but land; and I am told his territory was immense.  He always lived at Paris, and in the highest style ‑‑ disgusted, of course, with his own country.  It is not unlikely he may have lost his estates now; but that makes no difference to me.  I shall treat him, and all Southern gentlemen, as our fathers treated the emigrant nobility of France."

41.¶6	"Hugo," said St. Aldegonde to Mr. Bohun, "I wish you would tell Bertha to come to me.  I want her.  She is talking to a lot of women at the other end of the room, and, if I go to her, I am afraid they will get hold of me."

41.¶7	The future duchess, who lived only to humor her lord, was at his side in an instant.  "You wanted me, Granville?"

41.¶8	"Yes; you know I was afraid, Bertha, I should be bored here.  I am not bored.  I like this American fellow.  He understands the only two subjects which interest me; horses and tobacco."

41.¶9	"I am charmed, Granville, that you are not bored; I told mamma that you were very much afraid you would be."

41.¶10	"Yes; but I tell you what, Bertha, I cannot stand any of the ceremonies.  I shall go before they begin.  Why cannot Lothair be content with receiving his friends in a quiet way?  It is all humbug about the county.  If he wants to do something for the county, he can build a wing to the infirmary, or something of that sort, and not bore us with speeches and fireworks.  It is a sort of thing I cannot stand."

41.¶11	"And you shall not, dear Granville.  The moment you are bored, you shall go.  Only you are not bored at present."

41.¶12	"Not at present; but I expected to be."

41.¶13	"Yes; so I told mamma; but that makes the present more delightful."

41.¶14	The St. Jeromes were going to Italy and immediately.  Their departure had only been postponed in order that they might be present at the majority of Lothair.  Miss Arundel had at length succeeded in her great object.  They were to pass the winter at Rome.  Lord St. Jerome was quite pleased at having made the acquaintance at dinner of a Roman lady, who spoke English so perfectly; and Lady St. Jerome, who in consequence fastened upon Theodora, was getting into ecstasies, which would have been embarrassing had not her new acquaintance skilfully checked her.

41.¶15	"We must be satisfied that we both admire Rome," said Mrs. Campian, "though we admire it for different reasons.  Although a Roman, I am not a Roman Catholic; and Colonel Campian's views on Italian affairs generally would, I fear, not entirely agree with Lord St. Jerome's."

41.¶16	"Naturally," said Lady St. Jerome, gracefully dropping the subject, and remembering that Colonel Campian was a citizen of the United States, which accounted in her apprehension for his peculiar opinions.

41.¶17	Lothair, who had been watching his opportunity the whole evening, approached Theodora.  He meant to have expressed his hope that she was not wearied by her journey, but instead of that he said, "Your presence here makes me inexpressibly happy."

41.¶18	"I think everybody seems happy to be your guest," she replied, parrying, as was her custom, with a slight kind smile, and a low, sweet, unembarrassed voice, any personal allusion from Lothair of unusual energy or ardor.

41.¶19	"I wanted to meet you at the station to-day," he continued, "but there were so many people coming, that ‑‑" and he hesitated.

41.¶20	"It would really have been more embarrassing to us than to yourself," she said.  "Nothing could be better than all the arrangements."

41.¶21	"I sent my own brougham to you," said Lothair.  "I hope there was no mistake about it."

41.¶22	"None: your servant gave us your kind message; and as for the carriage, it was too delightful.  Colonel Campian was so; pleased with it, that he has promised to give me one, with your permission, exactly the same."

41.¶23	"I wish you would accept the one you used to-day."

41.¶24	"You are too magnificent; you really must try to forget, with us, that you are the lord of Muriel Towers.  But I will willingly use your carriages as much as you please, for I caught glimpses of beauty to-day in our progress from the station that made me anxious to explore your delightful domain."

41.¶25	There was a slight burst of merriment from a distant part of the room, and everybody looked around.  Colonel Campian had been telling a story to a group formed of the duke, St. Aldegonde, and Mr. Bohun.

41.¶26	"Best story I ever heard In my life," exclaimed St. Aldegonde, who prided himself, when he did laugh, which was rare, on laughing loud.  But even the duke tittered, and Hugo Bohun smiled.

41.¶27	"I am glad to see the colonel get on so well with every one," said Lothair; "I was afraid he might have been bored."

41.¶28	"He does not know what that means," said Theodora; "and he is so natural and so sweet-tempered, and so intelligent, that it seems to me he always is popular."

41.¶29	"Do you think that will be a match?" said Monsignore Catesby to Miss Arundel.

41.¶30	"Well, I rather believe in the Duke of Brecon" she replied.  They were referring to Lord Carisbrooke, who appeared to be devoted to Lady Corisande.  "Do you admire the American lady?"

41.¶31	"Who is an Italian, they tell me, though she does not look like one.  What do you think of her?" said the monsignore, evading, as was his custom, a direct reply.

41.¶32	"Well, I think she is very distinguished: unusual.  I wonder where our host became acquainted with them?  Do you know?"

41.¶33	"Not yet: but I dare say Mr. Bohun can tell us;" and he addressed that gentleman accordingly as he was passing by.

41.¶34	"Not the most remote idea," said Mr. Bohun.  "You know the colonel is not a Yankee; he is a tremendous swell.  The duke says, with more land than he has."

41.¶35	"He seems an agreeable person," said Miss Arundel.

41.¶36	"Well, he tell anecdotes; he has just been telling one; Granville likes anecdotes; they amuse him, and he likes to be amused: that is all he cares about.  I hate anecdotes, and I always get away when conversation falls into, what Pinto calls, its anecdotage."

41.¶37	"You do not like to be amused?"

41.¶38	"Not too much; I like to be interested."

41.¶39	"Well," said Miss Arundel, "so long as a person can talk agreeably, I am satisfied.  I think to talk well a rare gift; quite as rare as singing; and yet you expect every one to be able to talk, and very few to be able to sing."

41.¶40	"There are amusing people who do not interest," said the monsignore, "and interesting people who do not amuse.  What I like is an agreeable person."

41.¶41	"My idea of an agreeable person," said Hugo Bohun, "is a person who agrees with me."

41.¶42	"Talking of singing, something is going to happen," said Miss Arundel.

41.¶43	A note was heard; a celebrated professor had entered the room and was seated at the piano, which he had just touched.  There was a general and unconscious hush, and the countenance of Lord St. Aldegonde wore a rueful expression.  But affairs turned out better than could be anticipated.  A young and pretty girl, dressed in white, with a gigantic sash of dazzling beauty, played upon the violin with a grace, and sentimental and marvellous skill, and passionate expression, worthy of St. Cecilia.  She was a Hungarian lady, and this was her English début.  Everybody praised her, and every body was pleased; and Lord St. Aldegonde, instead of being bored, took a wondrous rose out of his button-hole and presented it to her.

41.¶44	The performance only lasted half an hour, and then the ladies began to think of their bowers.  Lady St. Aldegonde, before she quit the room, was in earnest conversation with her lord.

41.¶45	"I have arranged all that you wished, Granville," she said, speaking rapidly and holding a candlestick.  "We are to see the castle to-morrow, and the gardens and the parks and every thing else, but you are not to be bored at all, and not to lose your shooting.  The moors are sixteen miles off, but our host says, with an omnibus and a good team ‑‑ and he will give you a first-rate one ‑‑ you can do it in an hour and ten minutes, certainly an hour and a quarter; and you are to make your own party in the smoking-room to-night, and take a capital luncheon with you."

41.¶46	"All right: I shall ask the Yankee; and I should like to take that Hungarian girl too, if she would only fiddle to us at luncheon."

CHAPTER 42

42.¶1	Next day the cardinal, with his secretary and his chaplain, arrived.  Monsignore Catesby received his eminence at the station and knelt and kissed his hand as he stepped from the carriage.  The monsignore had wonderfully manœuvred that the whole of the household should have been marshalled to receive this prince of the Church, and perhaps have performed the same ceremony: no religious recognition, he assured them, in the least degree involved, only an act of not unusual respect to a foreign prince; but considering that the bishop of the diocese and his suite were that day expected, to say nothing of the Presbyterian guardian, probably arriving by the same train, Lothair would not be persuaded to sanction any ceremony whatever.  Lady St. Jerome and Miss Arundel, however, did their best to compensate for this omission with reverences which a posture-master might have envied, and certainly would not have surpassed.  They seemed to sink into the earth, and then slowly and supernaturally to emerge.  The bishop had been at college with the cardinal and intimate with him, though they now met for the first time since his secession ‑‑ a not uninteresting rencounter.  The bishop was high-church, and would not himself have made a bad cardinal, being polished and plausible, well-lettered, yet quite a man of the world.  He was fond of society, and justified his taste in this respect by the flattering belief that by his presence he was extending the power of the Church; certainly favoring an ambition which could not be described as being moderate.  The bishop had no abstract prejudice against gentlemen who wore red hats, and under ordinary circumstances would have welcomed his brother churchman with unaffected cordiality, not to say sympathy; but in the present instance, however gracious his mien and honeyed his expressions, he only looked upon the cardinal as a dangerous rival, intent upon clutching from his fold the most precious of his flock, and he had long looked to this occasion as the one which might decide the spiritual welfare and career of Lothair.  The odds were not to be despised.  There were two monsignores in the room besides the cardinal, but the bishop was a man of contrivance and resolution, not easily disheartened or defeated.  Nor was he without allies.  He did not count much on the university don, who was to arrive on the morrow in the shape of the head of an Oxford house, though he was a don of magnitude.  This eminent personage had already let Lothair slip from his influence.  But the bishop had a subtle counsellor in his chaplain, who wore as good a cassock as any monsignore, and he brought with him also a trusty archdeacon in a purple coat, whose countenance was quite entitled to a place in the Acta Sanctorum.

42.¶2	It was amusing to observe the elaborate courtesy and more than Christian kindness which the rival prelates and their official followers extended to each other.  But under all this unction on both sides were unceasing observation, and a vigilance that never flagged; and on both sides there was an uneasy but irresistible conviction that they were on the eve of one of the decisive battles of the social world.  Lord Culloden also at length appeared with his daughters, Ladies Flora and Grizell.  They were quite as tall as Mr. Putney Giles had reported, but very pretty, with radiant complexions, sunny blue eyes, and flaxen looks.  Their dimples and white shoulders and small feet and hands were much admired.  Mr. Giles also returned with Apollonia, and, at length, also appeared the rival of Lord Carisbrooke, his grace of Brecon.

42.¶3	Lothair had passed a happy morning, for he had contrived, without difficulty, to be the companion of Theodora during the greater part of it.  As the duchess and Lady Corisande had already inspected the castle, they disappeared after breakfast to write letters; and, when the after-luncheon expedition took place, Lothair allotted them to the care of Lord Carisbrooke, and himself became the companion of Lady St. Jerome and Theodora.

42.¶4	Notwithstanding all his efforts in the smoking-room, St. Aldegonde had only been able to induce Colonel Campian to be his companion in the shooting expedition, and the colonel fell into the lure only through his carelessness and good-nature.  He much doubted the discretion of his decision as he listened to Lord St. Aldegonde's reasons for the expedition, in their rapid journey to the moors.

42.¶5	"I do not suppose," he said, "we shall have any good sport; but when you are in Scotland, and come to me, as I hope you will, I will give you something you will like.  But it is a great thing to get off seeing the Towers, and the gardens, and all that sort of thing.  Nothing bores me so much as going over a man's house.  Besides, we get rid of the women."

42.¶6	The meeting between the two guardians did not promise to be as pleasant as that between the bishop and the cardinal, but the crusty Lord Culloden was scarcely a match for the social dexterity of his eminence.  The cardinal, crossing the room, with winning ceremony approached and addressed his colleague.

42.¶7	"We can have no more controversies, my lord, for our reign is over;" and he extended a delicate hand, which the surprised peer touched with a huge finger.

42.¶8	"Yes; it all depends on himself now," replied Lord Culloden, with a grim smile; "and I hope he will not make a fool of himself."

42.¶9	"What have you got for us to-night?" inquired Lothair of Mr. Giles, as the gentlemen rose from the dining-table.

42.¶10	Mr. Giles said he would consult his wife, but Lothair observing he would himself undertake that office, when he entered the saloon, addressed Apollonia.  Nothing could be more skilful than the manner in which Mrs. Giles, in this party, assumed precisely the position which equally became her and suited her own views; at the same time the somewhat humble friend, but the trusted counsellor, of the Towers, she disarmed envy and conciliated consideration.  Never obtrusive, yet always prompt and prepared with unfailing resource, and gifted apparently, with universal talents, she soon became the recognized medium by which every thing was suggested or arranged; and before eight-and-forty hours had passed she was described by duchesses and their daughters as that "dear Mrs. Giles."

42.¶11	"Monsieur Raphael and his sister came down in the train with us," said Mrs. Giles to Lothair; "the rest of the troupe will not be here until to-morrow; but they told me they could give you a perfect proverbe if your lordship would like it; and the Spanish conjuror is here; but I rather think, from what I gather, that the young ladies would like a dance."

42.¶12	"I do not much fancy acting the moment these great churchmen have arrived, and with cardinals and bishops I would rather not have dances the first -night.  I almost wish we had kept the Hungarian lady for this evening."

42.¶13	"Shall I send for her?  She is ready."

42.¶14	"The repetition would be too soon, and would show a great poverty of resources," said Lothair, smiling; "what we want is some singing."

42.¶15	"Mardoni ought to have been here to-day," said Mrs. Giles; "but he never keeps his engagements."

42.¶16	"I think our amateur materials are rather rich," said Lothair.

42.¶17	"There is Mrs. Campian," said Apollonia in a low voice; but Lothair shook his head.

42.¶18	"But, perhaps, if others set her the example," he added, after a pause; "Lady Corisande is first rate, and all her sisters sing; I will go and consult the duchess."

42.¶19	There was soon a stir in the room.  Lady St. Aldegonde and her sisters approached the piano, at which was seated the eminent professor.  A note was heard, and there was silence.  The execution was exquisite; and, indeed, there are few things more dainty than the blended voices of three women.  No one seemed to appreciate the performance more than Mrs. Campian, who, greatly attracted by what was taking place, turned a careless ear, even to the honeyed sentences of no less a personage than the lord-bishop.

42.¶20	After an interval Lady Corisande was handed to the piano by Lothair.  She was in fine voice, and sang with wonderful effect.  Mrs. Campian, who seemed much interested, softly rose, and stole to the outward circle of the group which had gathered round the instrument.  When the sounds had ceased, amid the general applause her voice of admiration was heard.  The duchess approached her, evidently prompted by the general wish, and expressed her hope that Mrs. Campian would now favor them.  It was not becoming to refuse when others had contributed so freely to the general entertainment, but Theodora was anxious not to place herself in competition with those who had preceded her.  Looking over a volume of music, she suggested to Lady Corisande a duet, in which the peculiarities of their two voices, which in character were quite different, one being a soprano and the other a contralto, might be displayed.  And very seldom, in a private chamber, had any thing of so high a class been heard.  Not a lip moved except those of the singers, so complete was the fascination, till the conclusion elicited a burst of irresistible applause.

42.¶21	"In imagination I am throwing endless bouquets," said Hugo Bohun.

42.¶22	"I wish we could induce her to give us a recitation from Alfieri," said Mrs. Putney Giles in a whisper to Lady St. Aldegonde.  "I heard it once: it was the finest thing I ever listened to."

42.¶23	"But cannot we?" said Lady St. Aldegonde.

42.¶24	Apollonia shook her head.  "She is extremely reserved.  I am quite surprised that she sang; but she could not well refuse after your ladyship and your sisters had been so kind."

42.¶25	"But if the Lord of the Towers asks her," suggested Lady St. Aldegonde.

42.¶26	"No, no," said Mrs. Giles, "that would not do; nor would he.  He knows she dislikes it.  A word from Colonel Campian, and the thing would be settled; but it is rather absurd to invoke the authority of a husband for so light a matter."

42.¶27	"I should like so much to hear her," said Lady St. Aldegonde.  "I think I will ask her myself.  I will go and speak to mamma."

42.¶28	There was much whispering and consulting in the room, but unnoticed, as general conversation had now been resumed.  The duchess sent for Lothair, and conferred with him; but Lothair seemed to shake his head.  Then her grace rose and approached Colonel Campian, who was talking to Lord Culloden, and then the duchess and Lady St. Aldegonde went to Mrs. Campian.  Then, after a short time, Lady St. Aldegonde rose and fetched Lothair.

42.¶29	"Her grace tells me," said Theodora, "that Colonel Campian wishes me to give a recitation.  I cannot believe that such a performance can ever be generally interesting, especially in a foreign language, and I confess that I would rather not exhibit.  But I do not like to be churlish when all are so amiable and compliant, and her grace tells me that it cannot well be postponed, for this is the last quiet night we shall have.  What I want is a screen, and I must be a moment alone, before I venture on these enterprises.  I require it to create the ideal presence."

42.¶30	Lothair and Bertram arranged the screen, the duchess and Lady St. Aldegonde glided about, and tranquilly intimated what was going to occur, so that, without effort, there was in a moment complete silence and general expectation.  Almost unnoticed Mrs. Campian had disappeared, whispering a word as she passed to the eminent conductor, who was still seated at the piano.  The company had almost unconsciously grouped themselves in the form of a theatre, the gentlemen generally standing behind the ladies who were seated.  There were some bars of solemn music, and then, to an audience not less nervous than herself, Theodora came forward as Electra in that beautiful appeal to Clytemnestra, where she veils her mother's guilt even while she intimates her more than terrible suspicion of its existence, and makes one last desperate appeal of pathetic duty in order to save her parent and her fated house:

42.¶31	"O amata madre,
42.¶32	Che fai?  Non credo io, no, che ardente fiamma
42.¶33	Il cor ti avvampi."

42.¶34	The ineffable grace of her action, simple without redundancy, her exquisite elocution, her deep yet controlled passion, and the magic of a voice thrilling even in a whisper ‑‑ this form of Phidias with the genius of Sophocles ‑‑ entirely enraptured a fastidious audience.  When she ceased, there was an outburst of profound and unaffected appreciation; and Lord St. Aldegonde, who had listened in a sort of ecstasy, rushed forward, with a countenance as serious as the theme, to offer his thanks and express his admiration.

42.¶35	And then they gathered round her ‑‑ all these charming women and some of these admiring men ‑‑ as she would have resumed her seat, and entreated her once more ‑‑ only once more ‑‑ to favor them.  She caught the adoring glance of the lord of the Towers, and her eyes seemed to inquire what she should do.  "There will be many strangers here to-morrow," said Lothair, "and next week all the world.  This is a delight only for the initiated," and he entreated her to gratify them.

42.¶36	"It shall be Alfieri's ode to America, then," said Theodora, "if you please."

42.¶37	"She is a Roman, I believe," said Lady St. Jerome to his eminence, "but not, alas! a child of the Church.  Indeed, I fear her views generally are advanced," and she shook her head.

42.¶38	"At present," said the cardinal, "this roof and this visit may influence her.  I should like to see such powers engaged in the cause of God."

42.¶39	The cardinal was an entire believer in female influence, and a considerable believer in his influence over females; and he had good cause for his convictions.  The catalogue of his proselytes was numerous and distinguished.  He had not only converted a duchess and several countesses, but he had gathered into his fold a real Mary Magdalen.  In the height of her beauty and her fame, the most distinguished member of the demi-monde had suddenly thrown up her golden whip and jingling reins, and cast herself at the feet of the cardinal.  He had a right, therefore, to be confident; and, while his exquisite taste and consummate cultivation rendered it impossible that he should not have been deeply gratified by the performance of Theodora, he was really the whole time considering the best means by which such charms and powers could be enlisted in the cause of the Church.

42.¶40	After the ladies had retired, the gentlemen talked for a few minutes over the interesting occurrence of the evening.

42.¶41	"Do you know," said the bishop to the duke and some surrounding auditors, "fine as was the Electra, I preferred the ode to the tragedy?  There was a tumult of her brow, especially in the address to Liberty, that was sublime ‑‑ quite a Mœnad look."

42.¶42	"What do you think of it, Carry?" said St. Aldegonde to Lord Carisbrooke.

42.¶43	"Brecon says she puts him in mind of Ristori."

42.¶44	"She is not in the least like Ristori, or any one else," said St. Aldegonde.  "I never heard, I never saw any one like her.  I'll tell you what ‑‑ you must take care what you say about her in the smoking-room, for her husband will be there, and an excellent fellow too.  We went together to the moors this morning, and he did not bore me in the least.  Only, if I had known as much about his wife as I do now, I would have stayed at home, and passed my morning with the women."

CHAPTER 43

43.¶1	St. Aldegonde loved to preside over the mysteries of the smoking-room.  There, enveloped in his Egyptian robe, occasionally blurting out some careless or headstrong paradox to provoke discussion among others, which would amuse himself, rioting in a Rabelaisan anecdote, and listening with critical delight to endless memoirs of horses and prima-donnas, St. Aldegonde was never bored.  Sometimes, too, when he could get hold of an eminent traveller, or some individual distinguished for special knowledge, St. Aldegonde would draw him out with skill; himself displaying an acquaintance with the particular topic which often surprised his habitual companions, for St. Aldegonde professed never to read; but he had no ordinary abilities, and an original turn of mind and habit of life, which threw him in the way of unusual persons of all classes; from whom he imbibed or extracted a vast variety of queer, always amusing, and not altogether useless information.

43.¶2	"Lothair has only one weakness," he said to Colonel Campian as the ladies disappeared; "he does not smoke.  Carry, you will come?"

43.¶3	"Well, I do not think I shall to-night," said Lord Carisbrooke.  Lady Corisande, it appears, particularly disapproved of smoking.

43.¶4	"Hum!" said St. Aldegonde; "Duke of Brecon, I know, will come, and Hugo and Bertram.  My brother Montairy would give his ears to come, but is afraid of his wife; and then there is the monsignore, a most capital fellow, who knows every thing."

43.¶5	There were other gatherings, before the midnight bell struck at the Towers, which discussed important affairs, though they might not sit so late as the smoking-party.  Lady St. Aldegonde had a reception in her room as well as her lord.  There the silent observation of the evening found avenging expression in sparkling criticism, and the summer lightning, though it generally blazed with harmless brilliancy, occasionally assumed a more arrowy character.  The gentlemen of the smoking-room have it not all their own way quite as much as they think.  If, indeed, a new school of Athens were to be pictured, the sages and the students might be represented in exquisite dressing-gowns, with slippers rarer than the lost one of Cinderella, and brandishing beautiful brushes over tresses still more fair.  Then is the time when characters are never more finely drawn, or difficult social questions more accurately solved; knowledge without reasoning and truth without logic ‑‑ the triumph of intuition!  But we must not profane the mysteries of Bona Dea.

43.¶6	The archdeacon and the chaplain had also been in council with the bishop in his dressing-room, who, while he dismissed them with his benison, repeated his apparently satisfactory assurance that something would happen "the first thing after breakfast."

43.¶7	Lothair did not smoke, but he did not sleep.  He was absorbed by the thought of Theodora.  He could not but be conscious, and so far he was pleased by the consciousness, that she was as fascinating to others as to himself.  What then?  Even with the splendid novelty of his majestic home, and all the excitement of such an incident in his life, and the immediate prospect of their again meeting, he had felt, and even acutely, their separation.  Whether it were the admiration of her by others which proved his own just appreciation, or whether it were the unobtrusive display of exquisite accomplishments, which, with all their intimacy, she had never forced on his notice ‑‑ whatever the cause, her hold upon his heart and life, powerful as it was before, had strengthened.  Lothair could not conceive existence tolerable without her constant presence; and with her constant presence existence would be rapture.  It had come to that.  All his musings, all his profound investigation and high resolve, all his sublime speculations on God and man, and life, and immortality, and the origin of things, and religious truth, ended in an engrossing state of feeling, which could be denoted in that form and in no other.

43.¶8	What, then, was his future?  It seemed dark and distressing.  Her constant presence his only happiness; her constant presence impossible.  He seemed on an abyss.

43.¶9	In eight-and-forty hours or so one of the chief provinces of England would be blazing with the celebration of his legal accession to his high estate.  If any one in the queen's dominions had to be fixed upon as the most fortunate and happiest of her subjects, it might well be Lothair.  If happiness depend on lofty station, his ancient and hereditary rank was of the highest; if, as there seems no doubt, the chief source of felicity in this country is wealth, his vast possessions and accumulated treasure could not easily be rivalled, while he had a matchless advantage over those who pass, or waste, their gray and withered lives in acquiring millions, in his consummate and healthy youth.  He had bright abilities, and a brighter heart.  And yet the unknown truth was, that this favored being, on the eve of this critical event, was pacing his chamber agitated and infinitely disquieted, and struggling with circumstances and feelings over which alike he seemed to have no control, and which seemed to have been evoked without the exercise of his own will, or that of any other person.

43.¶10	"I do not think I can blame myself," he said; "and I am sure I cannot blame her.  And yet ‑‑ "

43.¶11	He opened his window and looked upon the moonlit garden, which filled the fanciful quadrangle.  The light of the fountain seemed to fascinate his eye, and the music of its fall soothed him into reverie.  The distressful images that had gathered round his heart gradually vanished, and all that remained to him was the reality of his happiness.  Her beauty and her grace, the sweet stillness of her searching intellect, and the refined pathos of her disposition, only occurred to him, and he dwelt on them with spell-bound joy.

43.¶12	The great clock of the Towers sounded two.

43.¶13	"Ah!" said Lothair, "I must try to sleep.  I have got to see the bishop to-morrow morning.  I wonder what he wants?"

CHAPTER 44

44.¶1	The bishop was particularly playful on the morrow at breakfast.  Though his face beamed with Christian kindness, there was a twinkle in his eye which seemed not entirely superior to mundane self-complacency, even to a sense of earthly merriment.  His seraphic raillery elicited sympathetic applause from the ladies, especially from the daughters of the house of Brentham, who laughed occasionally, even before his angelic jokes were well launched.  His lambent flashes sometimes even played over the cardinal, whose cerulean armor, nevertheless, remained always unscathed.  Monsignore Chidioch, however, who would once unnecessarily rush to the aid of his chief, was tumbled over by the bishop with relentless gayety, to the infinite delight of Lady Corisande, who only wished it had been that dreadful Monsignore Catesby.  But, though less demonstrative, apparently not the least devout, of his lordship's votaries, were the Lady Flora and the Lady Grizell.  These young gentlewomen, though apparently gifted with appetites becoming their ample, but far from graceless, forms, contrived to satisfy all the wants of nature without taking their charmed vision for a moment off the prelate, or losing a word which escaped his consecrated lips.  Sometimes even they ventured to smile, and then they looked at their father and sighed.  It was evident, notwithstanding their appetites and their splendid complexions, which would have become the Aurora of Guido, that these young ladies had some secret sorrow which required a confidante.  Their visit to Muriel Towers was their introduction to society, for the eldest had only just attained sweet seventeen.  Young ladies under these circumstances always fall in love, but with their own sex.  Lady Flora and Lady Grizell both fell in love with Lady Corisande, and before the morning had passed away she had become their friend and counsellor, and the object of their devoted adoration.  It seems that their secret sorrow had its origin in that mysterious religious sentiment which agitates or affects every class and condition of man, and which creates or destroys states, though philosophers are daily assuring us "that there is nothing in it."  The daughters of the Earl of Culloden could not stand any longer the Free Kirk, of which their austere parent was a fiery votary.  It seems that they had been secretly converted to the Episcopal Church of Scotland by a governess, who pretended to be a daughter of the Covenant, but who was really a niece of the primus, and, as Lord Culloden accurately observed, when he ignominiously dismissed her, "a Jesuit in disguise."  From that moment there had been no peace in his house.  His handsome and gigantic daughters, who had hitherto been all meekness, and who had obeyed him as they would a tyrant father of the feudal ages, were resolute, and would not compromise their souls.  They humbly expressed their desire to enter a convent, or to become at least sisters of mercy.  Lord Culloden raged and raved, and delivered himself of cynical taunts, but to no purpose.  The principle that forms Free Kirks is a strong principle, and takes many forms, which the social Polyphemes, who have only one eye, cannot perceive.  In his desperate confusion, be thought that change of scene might be a diversion when things were at the worst, and this was the reason that be had, contrary to his original intention, accepted the invitation of his ward.

44.¶2	Lady Corisande was exactly the guide the girls required.  They sat on each side of her, each holding her hand, which they frequently pressed to their lips.  As her form was slight, though of perfect grace and symmetry, the contrast between herself and her worshippers was rather startling; but her noble brow, full of thought and purpose, the firmness of her chiselled lip, and the rich fire of her glance vindicated her post as the leading spirit.

44.¶3	They breakfasted in a room which opened on a gallery, and at the other end of the gallery was an apartment similar to the breakfast-room, which was the male morning-room, and where the world could find the newspapers, or join in half an hour's talk over the intended arrangements of the day.  When the breakfast-party broke up, the bishop approached Lothair, and looked at him earnestly.

44.¶4	"I am at your lordship's service," said Lothair, and they quitted the breakfast-room together.  Half-way down the gallery they met Monsignore Catesby, who had in his hand a number, just arrived, of a newspaper which was esteemed an Ultramontane organ.  He bowed as he passed them, with an air of some exultation, and the bishop and himself exchanged significant smiles, which, however, meant different things.  Quitting the gallery, Lothair led the way to his private apartments; and, opening the door, ushered in the bishop.

44.¶5	Now, what was contained in the Ultramontane organ which apparently occasioned so much satisfaction to Monsignore Catesby?  A deftly drawn-up announcement of some important arrangements which had been deeply planned.  The announcement would be repeated In all the daily papers, which were hourly expected.  The world was informed that his eminence, Cardinal Grandison, now on a visit at Muriel Towers to his ward, Lothair, would celebrate high mass on the ensuing Sunday in the city which was the episcopal capital of the bishop's see, and afterward preach on the present state of the Church of Christ.  As the bishop must be absent from his cathedral that day, and had promised to preach in the chapel at Muriel, there was something dexterous in thus turning his lordship's flank, and desolating his diocese when he was not present to guard it from the fiery dragon.  It was also remarked that there would be an unusual gathering of the Catholic aristocracy for the occasion.  The rate of lodgings in the city had risen in consequence.  At the end of the paragraph it was distinctly contradicted that Lothair had entered the Catholic Church.  Such a statement was declared to be "premature," as his guardian, the cardinal, would never sanction his taking such a step until he was the master of his own actions; the general impression left by the whole paragraph being, that the world was not to be astonished if the first stop of Lothair, on accomplishing his majority, was to pursue the very course which was now daintily described as premature.

44.¶6	At luncheon the whole party were again assembled.  The newspapers had arrived in the interval, and had been digested.  Every one was aware of the popish plot, as Hugo Bohun called it.  The bishop, however, looked serene, and, if not as elate as in the morning, calm and content.  He sat by the duchess, and spoke to her in a low voice, and with seriousness.  The monsignore watched every expression.

44.¶7	When the duchess rose, the bishop accompanied her into the recess of a window, and she said: "You may depend upon me; I cannot answer for the duke.  It is not the early rising; he always rises early in the country, but he likes to read his letters before he dresses, and that sort of thing.  I think you had better speak to Lady Corisande yourself."

44.¶8	What had taken place at the interview of the bishop with Lothair, and what had elicited from the duchess an assurance that the prelate might depend upon her, generally transpired, in consequence of some confidential communications, in the course of the afternoon.  It appeared that the right reverend lord had impressed, and successfully, on Lothair, the paramount duty of commencing the day of his majority by assisting in an early celebration of the most sacred rite of the Church.  This, in the estimation of the bishop, though he had not directly alluded to the subject in the interview, but had urged the act on higher grounds, would be a triumphant answer to the insidious and calumnious paragraphs which had circulated during the last six months, and an authentic testimony that Lothair was not going to quit the Church of his fathers.

44.¶9	This announcement, however, produced consternation in the opposite camp.  It seemed to more than neutralize the anticipated effect of the programme, and the deftly-conceived paragraph.  Monsignore Catesby went about whispering that he feared Lothair was going to overdo it; and considering what he had to go through on Monday, if it were only for considerations of health, an early celebration was inexpedient.  He tried the duchess ‑‑ about whom he was beginning to hover a good deal ‑‑ as he fancied she was of an impressible disposition, and gave some promise of results; but here the ground had been too forcibly preoccupied: then he flew to Lady St. Aldegonde, but he had the mortification of learning, from her lips, that she herself contemplated being a communicant at the same time.  Lady Corisande had been before him.  All the energies of that young lady were put forth in order that Lothair should be countenanced on this solemn occasion.  She conveyed to the bishop before dinner the results of her exertions.

44.¶10	"You may count on Alberta St. Aldegonde and Victoria Montairy, and, I think, Lord Montairy also, if she presses him, which she has promised to do.  Bertram must kneel by his friend at such a time.  I think Lord Carisbrooke may: Duke of Brecon, I can say nothing about at present."

44.¶11	"Lord St. Aldegonde?" said the bishop.

44.¶12	Lady Corisande shook her head.

44.¶13	There had been a conclave in the bishop's room before dinner, in which the interview of the morning was discussed.

44.¶14	"It was successful; scarcely satisfactory," said the bishop.  "He is a very clever fellow, and knows a great deal.  They have got hold of him, and he has all the arguments at his fingers' ends.  When I came to the point, he began to demur; I saw what was passing through his mind, and I said at once:  'Your views are high: so are mine: so are those of the Church.  It is a sacrifice, undoubtedly, in a certain sense.  No sound theologian would maintain the simplicity of the elements; but that does not involve the coarse interpretation of the dark ages.'"

44.¶15	"Good, good," said the archdeacon; "and what is it your lordship did not exactly like?"

44.¶16	"He fenced too much; and he said more than once, and in a manner I did not like, that, whatever were his views as to the Church, he thought he could on the whole conscientiously partake of this rite as administered by the Church of England."

44.¶17	"Every thing depends on this celebration," said the chaplain; "after that his doubts and difficulties will dispel."

44.¶18	"We must do our best that he is well supported," said the archdeacon.

44.¶19	"No fear of that," said the bishop.  "I have spoken to some of our friends.  We may depend on the duchess and her daughters ‑‑ all admirable women; and they will do what they can with others.  It will be a busy day, but I have expressed my hope that the heads of the household may be able to attend.  But the county notables arrive to-day, and I shall make it a point with them, especially the lord-lieutenant."

44.¶20	"It should be known," said the chaplain.  "I will send a memorandum to the Guardian."

44.¶21	"And John Bull," said the bishop.

44.¶22	The lord-lieutenant and Lady Agramont, and their daughter, Lady Ida Alice, arrived to-day; and the high-sheriff, a manufacturer, a great liberal who delighted in peers, but whose otherwise perfect felicity to-day was a little marred and lessened by the haunting and restless fear that Lothair was not duly aware that he took precedence of the lord-lieutenant.  Then there were Sir Hamlet Clotworthy, the master of the hounds, and a capital man of business; and the Honorable Lady Clotworthy, a haughty dame who ruled her circle with tremendous airs and graces, but who was a little subdued in the empyrean of Muriel Towers.  The other county member, Mr. Ardenne, was a refined gentleman, and loved the arts.  He had an ancient pedigree, and knew everybody else's, which was not always pleasant.  What he most prided himself on was being the hereditary owner of a real deer ‑‑ park the only one, he asserted, in the county.  Other persons had parks which had deer in them, but that was quite a different thing.  His wife was a pretty woman, and the inspiring genius of archeological societies, who loved their annual luncheon in her Tudor Halls, and illustrated by their researches the deeds and dwellings of her husband's ancient race.

44.¶23	The clergy of the various parishes on the estate all dined at the Towers to-day, in order to pay their respects to their bishop.  "Lothair's œcumenical council," said Hugo Bohun, as he entered the crowded room, and looked around him with an air of not ungraceful impertinence.  Among the clergy was Mr. Smylie, the brother of Apollonia.

44.¶24	A few years ago, Mr. Putney Giles had not unreasonably availed himself of the position which he so usefully and so honorably filled, to recommend this gentleman to the guardians of Lothair to fill a vacant benefice.  The Reverend Dionysius Smylie had distinguished himself at Trinity College, Dublin, and had gained a Hebrew scholarship there; after that he had written a work on the Revelations, which clearly settled the long-controverted point whether Rome in the great apocalypse was signified by Babylon.  The bishop shrugged his shoulders when he received Mr. Smylie's papers, the examining chaplain sighed, and the archdeacon groaned.  But man is proverbially short-sighted.  The doctrine of evolution affords no instances so striking as those of sacerdotal development.  Placed under the favoring conditions of clime and soil, the real character of the Reverend Dionysius Smylie gradually, but powerfully, developed itself.  Where he now ministered, he was attended by acolytes, and incensed by thurifers.  The shoulders of a fellow countryman were alone equal to the burden of the enormous cross which preceded him; while his ecclesiastical wardrobe furnished him with many colored garments, suited to every season of the year, and every festival of the Church.

44.¶25	At first there was indignation, and rumors or prophecies that we should soon have another case of perversion, and that Mr. Smylie was going over to Rome; but these superficial commentators misapprehended the vigorous vanity of the man.  "Rome may come to me," said Mr. Smylie, "and it is perhaps the best thing it could do.  This is the real Church without Romish error."

44.¶26	The bishop and his reverend stuff, who were at first so much annoyed at the preferment of Mr. Smylie, had now, with respect to him, only one duty, and that was to restrain his exuberant priestliness; but they fulfilled that duty in a kindly and charitable spirit; and, when the Reverend Dionysius Smylie was appointed chaplain to Lothair, the bishop did not shrug his shoulders, the chaplain did not sigh, nor the archdeacon groan.

44.¶27	The party was so considerable to-day that they dined in the great hall.  When it was announced to Lothair that his lordship's dinner was served, and he offered his arm to his destined companion, he looked around, and, then in an audible voice, and with a stateliness becoming such an incident, called upon the high-sheriff to lead the duchess to the table.  Although that eminent personage had been thinking of nothing else for days, and during the last half-hour had felt as a man feels, and can only feel, who knows that some public function is momentarily about to fall to his perilous discharge, he was taken quite aback, changed color, and lost his head.  But the band of Lothair, who were waiting at the door of the apartment to precede the procession to the hall, striking up at this moment "The Roast Beef of Old England," reanimated his heart; and, following Lothair, and preceding all the other guests down the gallery, and through many chambers, he experienced the proudest moment of a life of struggle, ingenuity, vicissitude, and success.

CHAPTER 45

45.¶1	Under all this flowing festivity there was already a current of struggle and party passion.  Serious thoughts and some anxiety occupied the minds of several of the guests, amid the variety of proffered dishes and sparkling wines, and the subdued strains of delicate music.  This disquietude did not touch Lothair.  He was happy to find himself in his ancestral hall, surrounded by many whom he respected, and by some whom he loved.  He was an excellent host, which no one can be who does not combine a good heart with high breeding.

45.¶2	Theodora was rather far from him, but be could catch her grave, sweet countenance at an angle of the table, as she bowed her head to Mr. Ardenne, the county member, who was evidently initiating her in all the mysteries of deer-parks.  The cardinal sat near him, winning over, though without apparent effort, the somewhat prejudiced Lady Agramont.  His eminence could converse with more facility than others, for he dined off biscuits and drank only water.

45.¶3	Lord Culloden had taken out Lady St. Jerome, who expended on him all the resources of her impassioned tittle-tattle, extracting only grim smiles; and Lady Corisande had fallen to the happy lot of the Duke of Brecon; according to the fine perception of Clare Arundel ‑‑ and women are very quick in these discoveries ‑‑ the winning horse.  St. Aldegonde had managed to tumble in between Lady Flora and Lady Grizell, and seemed immensely amused.

45.¶4	The duke inquired of Lothair how many he could dine in his hall.

45.¶5	"We must dine more than two hundred on Monday," he replied.

45.¶6	"And now, I should think, we have only a third of that number," said his grace.  "It will be a tight fit."

45.¶7	"Mr. Putney Giles has had a drawing made, and every seat apportioned.  We shall just do it."

45.¶8	"I fear you will have too busy a day on Monday," said the cardinal, who had caught up the conversation.

45.¶9	"Well, you know, sir, I do not sit up smoking with Lord St. Aldegonde."

45.¶10	After dinner, Lady Corisande seated herself by Mrs. Campian.  "You must have thought me very rude," she said, "to have left you so suddenly at tea, when the bishop looked into the room; but he wanted me on a matter of the greatest importance.  I must, therefore, ask your pardon.  You naturally would not feel on this matter as we all do, or most of us do," she added with some hesitation; "being ‑‑ pardon me ‑‑ a foreigner, and the question involving national as well as religious feelings;" and then, somewhat hurriedly, but with emotion, she detailed to Theodora all that had occurred respecting the early celebration on Monday, and the opposition it was receiving from the cardinal and his friends.  It was a relief to Lady Corisande thus to express all her feelings on a subject on which she had been brooding the whole day.

45.¶11	"You mistake," said Theodora, quietly, when Lady Corisande had finished.  "I am much interested in what you tell me.  I should deplore our friend falling under the influence of the Romish priesthood."

45.¶12	"And yet there is danger of it," said Lady Corisande, "more than danger," she added in a low but earnest voice.  "You do not know what a conspiracy is going on, and has been going on for months, to effect this end.  I tremble."

45.¶13	"That is the last thing I ever do," said Theodora, with a faint, sweet smile.  "I hope, but I never tremble."

45.¶14	"You have seen the announcement in the newspapers to-day!" said Lady Corisande.

45.¶15	"I think, if they were certain of their prey, they would be more reserved," said Theodora.

45.¶16	"There is something in that," said Lady Corisande, musingly.  "You know not what a relief it is to me to speak to you on this matter.  Mamma agrees with me, and so do my sisters; but still they may agree with me because they are my mamma and my sisters; but I look upon our nobility joining the Church of Rome as the greatest calamity that has ever happened to England.  Irrespective of all religious considerations, on which I will not presume to touch, it is an abnegation of patriotism; and in this age, when all things are questioned, a love of our country seems to me the one sentiment to cling to."

45.¶17	"I know no higher sentiment," said Theodora in a low voice, and yet which sounded like the breathing of some divine shrine, and her Athenian eye met the fiery glance of Lady Corisande with an expression of noble sympathy.

45.¶18	"I am so glad that I spoke to you on this matter," said Lady Corisande, "for there is something in you which encourages me.  As you say, if they were certain, they would be silent; and yet, from what I hear, their hopes are high.  You know," she added in a whisper, "that he has absolutely engaged to raise a popish cathedral.  My brother, Bertram, has seen the model in his rooms."

45.¶19	"I have known models that were never realized," said Theodora.

45.¶20	"Ah! you are hopeful; you said you were hopeful.  It is a beautiful disposition.  It is not mine," she added, with a sigh.

45.¶21	"It should be," said Theodora; "you were not born to sigh.  Sighs should be for those who have no country, like myself; not for the daughters of England ‑‑ the beautiful daughters of proud England."

45.¶22	"But you have your husband's country, and that is proud and great."

45.¶23	"I have only one country, and it is not my husband's; and I have only one thought, and it is to set it free."

45.¶24	"It is a noble one," said Lady Corisande, "as I am sure are all your thoughts.  There are the gentlemen; I am sorry they have come.  There," she added, as Monsignore Catesby entered the room, "there is his evil genius."

45.¶25	"But you have baffled him," said Theodora.

45.¶26	"Ah," said Lady Corisande, with a long-drawn sigh.  "Their manœuvres never cease.  However, I think Monday must be safe.  Would you come?" she said, with a serious, searching glance, and in a kind of coaxing murmur.

45.¶27	"I should be an intruder, my dear lady," said Theodora, declining the suggestion; "but, so far as hoping that our friend will never join the Church of Rome, you will have ever my ardent wishes."

45.¶28	Theodora might have added her belief, for Lothair had never concealed from her a single thought or act of his life in this respect.  She knew all and had weighed every thing, and flattered herself that their frequent and unreserved conversations had not confirmed his belief in the infallibility of the Church of Rome, and perhaps of some other things.

45.¶29	It had been settled that there should be dancing this evening ‑‑ all the young ladies had wished it.  Lothair danced with Lady Flora Falkirk, and her sister, Lady Grizell, was in the same quadrille.  They moved about like young giraffes in an African forest, but looked bright and happy.  Lothair liked his cousins; their inexperience and innocence, and the simplicity with which they exhibited and expressed their feelings, had in them something bewitching.  Then the rough remembrance of his old life at Falkirk and its contrast with the present scene had in it something stimulating.  They were his juniors by several years, but they were always gentle and kind to him; and sometimes it seemed he was the only person whom they, too, had found kind and gentle.  He called his cousin, too, by her Christian name, and he was amused, standing by this beautiful giantess, and calling her Flora.  There were other amusing circumstances in the quadrille; not the least, Lord St. Aldegonde dancing with Mrs. Campian.  The wonder of Lady St. Aldegonde was only equalled by her delight.

45.¶30	The lord-lieutenant was standing by the duke, in a comer of the saloon, observing, not with dissatisfaction, his daughter, Lady Ida Alice, dancing with Lothair.

45.¶31	"Do you know this is the first time I ever had the honor of meeting a cardinal?" he said.

45.¶32	"And we never expected that it would happen to either of us in this country when we were at Christchurch together," replied the duke.

45.¶33	"Well, I hope every thing is for the best," said Lord Agramont.  "We are to have all these gentlemen in our good city of Grandchester, to-morrow."

45.¶34	"So I understand."

45.¶35	"You read that paragraph in the newspapers?  Do you think there is any thing in it?"

45.¶36	"About our friend?  It would be a great misfortune."

45.¶37	"The bishop says there is nothing in it," said the lord-lieutenant.

45.¶38	"Well, he ought to know.  I understand he has had some serious conversation recently with our friend?"

45.¶39	"Yes; he has spoken to me about it.  Are you going to attend the early celebration tomorrow?  It is not much to my taste; a little new-fangled, I think; but I shall go, as they say it will do good."

45.¶40	"I am glad of that; it is well that he should be impressed at this moment with the importance and opinion of his county."

45.¶41	"Do you know I never saw him before?" said the lord-lieutenant.  "He is winning."

45.¶42	"I know no youth," said the duke, "I would not except my own son, and Bertram has never given me an uneasy moment, of whom I have a better opinion, both as to heart and head.  I should deeply deplore his being smashed by a Jesuit."

45.¶43	The dancing had ceased for a moment; there was a stir; Lord Carisbrooke was enlarging, with unusual animation, to an interested group, about a new dance at Paris ‑‑ the new dance.  Could they not have it here?  Unfortunately, he did not know its name, and could not describe its figure; but it was something new; quite new; they got it at Paris.  Princess Metternich dances it.  He danced it with her, and she taught it him; only he never could explain any thing, and indeed never did exactly make it out.  "But you danced it with a shawl, and then two ladies hold the shawl, and the cavaliers pass under it.  In fact, it is the only thing; it is the new dance at Paris."

45.¶44	What a pity that any thing so delightful should be so indefinite and perplexing, and indeed impossible, which rendered it still more desirable!  If Lord Carisbrooke only could have remembered its name, or a single step in its figure ‑‑ it was so tantalizing!

45.¶45	"Do not you think so?" said Hugo Bohun to Mrs. Campian, who was sitting apart, listening to Lord St. Aldegonde's account of his travels in the United States, which he was very sorry he ever quitted.  And then they inquired to what Mr. Bohun referred, and then he told them all that had been said.

45.¶46	"I know what he means," said Mrs. Campian.  "It is not a French dance; it is a Moorish dance."

45.¶47	"That woman knows everything, Hugo," said Lord St. Aldegonde in a solemn whisper.  And then he called to his wife.  "Bertha, Mrs. Campian will tell you all about this dance that Carisbrooke is making such a mull of.  Now, look here, Bertha; you must get the Campians to come to us as soon as possible.  They are going to Scotland from this place, and there is no reason, if you manage it well, why they should not come on to us at once.  Now, exert yourself."

45.¶48	"I will do all I can, Granville."

45.¶49	"It is not French, it is Moorish; it is called the Tangerine," said Theodora to her surrounding votaries.  "You begin with a circle."

45.¶50	"But how are we to dance without the music?" said Lady Montairy.

45.¶51	"Ah! I wish I had known this," said Theodora, "before dinner, and I think I could have dotted down something that would have helped us.  But let me see," and she went up to the eminent professor, with whom she was well acquainted, and said, "Signor Ricci, it begins so," and she hummed divinely a fantastic air, which, after a few moments' musing, he reproduced; "and then it goes off into what they call in Spain a saraband.  Is there a shawl in the room?"

45.¶52	"My mother has always a shawl in reserve," said Bertram, "particularly when she pays visits to houses where there are galleries;" and he brought back a mantle of Cashmere.

45.¶53	"Now, Signor Ricci," said Mrs. Campian, and she again hummed an air, and moved forward at the same time with brilliant grace, waving at the end the shawl.

45.¶54	The expression of her countenance, looking round to Signor Ricci, as she was moving on to see whether he had caught her idea, fascinated Lothair.

45.¶55	"It is exactly what I told you," said Lord Carisbrooke, "and, I can assure you, it is the only dance now.  I am very glad I remembered it."

45.¶56	"I see it all," said Signor Ricci, as Theodora rapidly detailed to him the rest of the figure.  "And at any rate it will be the Tangerine with variations."

45.¶57	"Let me have the honor of being your partner in this great enterprise," said Lothair; "you are the inspiration of Muriel."

45.¶58	"Oh! I am very glad I can do any thing, however slight, to please you and your friends.  I like them all; but particularly Lady Corisande."

45.¶59	A new dance in a country-house is a festival of frolic grace.  The incomplete knowledge, and the imperfect execution, are themselves causes of merry excitement, in their contrast with the unimpassioned routine and almost unconscious practice of traditionary performances.  And gay and frequent were the bursts of laughter from the bright and airy band who were proud to be the scholars of Theodora.  The least successful among them was perhaps Lord Carisbrooke.

45.¶60	"Princess Metternich must have taught you wrong, Carisbrooke," said Hugo Bohun.

45.¶61	They ended with a waltz, Lothair dancing with Miss Arundel.  She accepted his offer to take some tea on its conclusion.  While they were standing at the table, a little withdrawn from the others, and he holding a sugar-basin, she said in a low voice, looking on her cup and not at him, "the cardinal is vexed about the early celebration; he says it should have been at midnight."

45.¶62	"I am sorry he is vexed," said Lothair.

45.¶63	"He was going to speak to you himself," continued Miss Arundel; "but he felt a delicacy about it.  He had thought that your common feelings respecting the Church might have induced you if not to consult, at least to converse, with him on the subject; I mean as your guardian."

45.¶64	"It might have been perhaps as well," said Lothair; "but I also feel a delicacy on these matters."

45.¶65	"There ought to be none on such matters," continued Miss Arundel, "when every thing is at stake."

45.¶66	"I do not see that I could have taken any other course than I have done," said .Lothair.  "It can hardly be wrong.  The bishop's church views are sound."

45.¶67	"Sound!" said Miss Arundel; "moonshine instead of sunshine."

45.¶68	"Moonshine would rather suit a midnight than a morning celebration," said Lothair; "would it not?"

45.¶69	"A fair repartee, but we are dealing with a question that cannot be settled by jests.  See," she said with great seriousness, putting down her cup and taking again his offered arm, "you think you are only complying with a form befitting your position and the occasion.  You deceive yourself.  You are hampering your future freedom by this step, and they know it.  That is why it was planned.  It was not necessary; nothing can be necessary so pregnant with evil.  You might have made, you might yet make, a thousand excuses.  It is a rite which hardly suits the levity of the hour, even with their feelings; but, with your view of its real character, it is sacrilege.  What at is occurring tonight might furnish you with scruples?"  And she looked up in his face.

45.¶70	"I think you take an exaggerated view of what I contemplate," said Lothair.  "Even with your convictions, it may be an imperfect rite; but it never can be an injurious one."

45.¶71	"There can be no compromise on such matters," said Miss Arundel.  "The Church knows nothing of imperfect rites.  They are all perfect, because they are all divine; any deviation from them is heresy, and fatal.  My convictions on this subject are your convictions; act up to them."

45.¶72	"I am sure, if thinking of these matters would guide a man right ‑‑ " said Lothair, with a sigh, and he stopped.

45.¶73	"Human thought will never guide you; and very justly, when you have for a guide Divine truth.  You are now your own master; go at once to its fountain-head; go to Rome, and then all your perplexities will vanish, and forever."

45.¶74	"I do not see much prospect of my going to Rome," said Lothair, "at least at present."

45.¶75	"Well," said Miss Arundel, "in a few weeks I hope to be there; and if so, I hope never to quit it."

45.¶76	"Do not say that; the future is always unknown."

45.¶77	"Not yours," said Miss Arundel.  "Whatever you think, you will go to Rome.  Mark my words.  I summon you to meet me at Rome."

CHAPTER 46

46.¶1	There can be little doubt, generally speaking, that it is more satisfactory to pass Sunday in the country than in town.  There is something in the essential stillness of country-life, which blends harmoniously with the ordinance of the most divine of our divine laws.  It is pleasant, too, when the congregation breaks up, to greet one's neighbors; to say kind words to kind faces; to hear some rural news profitable to learn, which sometimes enables you to do some good, and sometimes prevents others from doing some harm.  A quiet, domestic walk, too, in the afternoon, has its pleasures; and so numerous and so various are the sources of interest in the country, that, though it be Sunday, there is no reason why your walk should not have an object.

46.¶2	But Sunday in the country, with your house full of visitors, is too often an exception to this general truth.  It is a trial.  Your guests cannot always be at church, and, if they could, would not like it.  There is nothing to interest or amuse them; no sport; no castles or factories to visit; no adventurous expeditions; no gay music in the morn, and no light dance in the evening.  There is always danger of the day becoming a course of heavy meals and stupid walks, for the external scene and all teeming circumstances, natural and human, though full of concern to you, are to your visitors an insipid blank.

46.¶3	How did Sunday go off at Muriel Towers?

46.¶4	In the first place, there was a special train, which, at an early hour, took the cardinal and his suite and the St. Jerome family to Grandchester, where they were awaited with profound expectation.  But the Anglican portion of the guests were not without their share of ecclesiastical and spiritual excitement, for the bishop was to preach this day in the chapel of the Towers, a fine and capacious sanctuary of florid Gothic, and hit lordship was a sacerdotal orator of repute.

46.¶5	It had been announced that the breakfast-hour was to be somewhat earlier.  The ladies in general were punctual, and seemed conscious of some great event impending.  The Ladies Flora and Grizell entered with, each in her hand, a prayer-book of purple velvet, adorned with a decided cross, the gift of the primus.  Lord Culloden, at the request of Lady Corisande, had consented to their hearing the bishop, which he would not do himself.  He passed his morning in finally examining the guardians' accounts, the investigation of which he conducted and concluded, during the rest of the day, with Mr. Putney Giles.  Mrs. Campian did not leave her room.  Lord St. Aldegonde came down late, and looked about him with an uneasy, ill-humored air.

46.¶6	Whether it were the absence of Theodora, or some other cause, he was brusk, ungracious, scowling, and silent, only nodding to the bishop, who benignly saluted him, refusing every dish that was offered; then getting up, and helping himself at the side-table, making a great noise with the carving instruments, and flouncing down his plate when he resumed his seat.  Nor was his costume correct.  All the other gentlemen, though their usual morning-dresses were sufficiently fantastic ‑‑ trunk-hose of every form, stockings bright as paroquets, wondrous shirts, and velvet-coats of every tint ‑‑ habited themselves to-day, both as regards form and color, in a style indicative of the subdued gravity of their feelings.  Lord St. Aldegonde had on his shooting-jacket of brown velvet and a pink-shirt and no cravat, and his rich brown locks, always, to a certain degree, neglected, were peculiarly dishevelled.

46.¶7	Hugo Bohun, who was not afraid of him, and was a high-churchman, being, in religion, and in all other matters, always on the side of the duchesses, said: "Well, St. Aldegonde, are you going to chapel in that dress?"  But St. Aldegonde would not answer; he gave a snort, and glanced at Hugo, with the eye of a gladiator.

46.¶8	The meal was over.  The bishop was standing near the mantel-piece talking to the ladies, who were clustered round him; the archdeacon and the chaplain and some other clergy a little in the background; Lord St. Aldegonde, who, whether there were a fire or not, always stood with his back to the fireplace with his hands in his pockets, moved discourteously among them, assumed his usual position, and listened, as it were, grimly, for a few moments to their talk; then he suddenly exclaimed in a loud voice, and with the groan of a rebellious Titan, "How I hate Sunday!"

46.¶9	"Granville!" exclaimed Lady St. Aldegonde, turning pale.  There was a general shudder.

46.¶10	"I mean in a country-house," said Lord St. Aldegonde.  "Of course, I mean in a country-house.  I do not dislike it when alone, and I do not dislike it in London.  But Sunday in a country-house is infernal."

46.¶11	"I think it is now time for us to got" said the bishop, walking away with dignified reserve, and they all dispersed.

46.¶12	The service was choral and intoned; for, although the Rev. Dionysius Smylie had not yet had time or opportunity, as was his intention, to form and train a choir from the household of the Towers, he had secured from his neighboring parish and other sources external and effective aid in that respect.  The parts of the service were skillfully distributed, and rarely were a greater number of priests enlisted in a more imposing manner.  A good organ was well played; the singing, as usual, a little too noisy; there was an anthem and an introit ‑‑ but no incense, which was forbidden by the bishop; and, though there were candles on the altar, they were not permitted to be lighted.

46.¶13	The sermon was most successful; the ladies returned with elate and animated faces, quite enthusiastic and almost forgetting in their satisfaction the terrible outrage of Lord St. Aldegonde.  He himself had by this time repented of what he had done, and recovered his temper, and greeted his wife with a voice and look which indicated to her practised senses the favorable change.

46.¶14	"Bertha," he said, "you know I did not mean any thing personal to the bishop in what I said.  I do not like bishops; I think there is no use in them; but I have no objection to him personally; I think him an agreeable man; not at all a bore.  Just put it right, Bertha.  But I tell you what, Bertha, I cannot go to church here.  Lord Culloden does not go, and he is a very religious man.  He is the man I most agree with on these matters.  I am a free-church man, and there is on end of it.  I cannot go this afternoon.  I do not approve of the whole thing.  It is altogether against my conscience.  What I mean to do, if I can manage it, is to take a real long walk with the Campians."

46.¶15	Mrs. Campian appeared at luncheon.  The bishop was attentive to her; even cordial.  He was resolved she should not feel he was annoyed by her not having been a member of his congregation in the morning.  Lady Corisande too had said to him:  "I wish so much you would talk to Mrs. Campian; she is a sweet, noble creature, and so clever!  I feel that she might be brought to view things in the right light."

46.¶16	"I never know," said the bishop, "how to deal with these American ladies.  I never can make out what they believe, or what they disbelieve.  It is a sort of confusion between Mrs. Beecher Stowe and the Fifth Avenue congregation and ‑‑ Barnum," he added with a twinkling eye.

46.¶17	The second service was late; the dean preached.  The lateness of the hour permitted the lord-lieutenant and those guests who had arrived only the previous day to look over the castle, or ramble about the gardens.  St. Aldegonde succeeded in his scheme of a real long walk with the Campians, which Lothair, bound to listen to the head of his college, was not permitted to share.

46.¶18	In the evening Signor Mardoni, who had arrived, and Madame Isola Bella, favored them with what they called sacred music; principally prayers from operas and a grand Stabat Mater.

46.¶19	Lord Culloden invited Lothair into a farther saloon, where they might speak without disturbing the performers or the audience.

46.¶20	"I'll just take advantage, my dear boy," said Lord Culloden, in a tone of unusual tenderness, and of Doric accent, "of the absence of these gentlemen to have a little quiet conversation with you.  Though I have not seen so much of you of late as in old days, I take a great interest in you, no doubt of that, and I was very pleased to see how good-natured you were to the girls.  You have romped with them when they were little ones.  Now, in a few hours, you will be master of a great inheritance, and I hope it will profit ye.  I have been over the accounts with Mr. Giles, and I was pleased .to hear that you had made yourself properly acquainted with them in detail.  Never you sign any paper without reading It first, and knowing well what it means.  You will have to sign a release to us if you be satisfied, and that you may easily be.  My poor brother-in-law left you as large an income as may be found on this side Trent, but I will be bound he would stare if he saw the total of the whole of your rent-roll, Lothair.  Your affairs have been well administered, though I say it who ought not.  But it is not my management only, or principally, that has done it.  It is the progress of the country, and you owe the country a good deal, and you should never forget you are born to be a protector of its liberties, civil and religious.  And if the country sticks to free trade, and would enlarge its currency, and be firm to the Protestant faith, it will, under Divine Providence, continue to progress.

46.¶21	"And here, my boy, I'll just say a word, in no disagreeable manner, about your religious principles.  There are a great many stories about, and perhaps they are not true, and I am sure I hope they are not.  If popery were only just the sign of the cross, and music, and censer-pots, though I think them all superstitious, I'd be free to leave them alone if they would leave me.  But popery is a much deeper thing than that, Lothair, and our fathers found it out.  They could not stand it, and we should be a craven crew to stand it now.  A man should be master in his own house.  You will be taking a wife, some day; at least it is to be hoped so; and how will you like one of these monsignores to be walking into her bedroom, eh; and talking to her alone when be pleases, and where he pleases; and when you want to consult your wife, which a wise man should often do, to find there is another mind between hers and yours?  There's my girls, they are just two young geese, and they have a hankering after popery, having had a Jesuit in the house.  I do not know what has become of the women.  They are for going into a convent, and they are quite right in that, for if they be papists they will not find a husband easily in Scotland, I ween.

46.¶22	"And as for you, my boy, they will be telling you that it is only just this and just that, and there's no great difference, and what not; but I tell you that, if once you embrace the scarlet lady, you are a tainted corpse.  You'll not be able to order your dinner without a priest, and they will ride your best horses without saying with your leave or by your leave."

46.¶23	The concert in time ceased; there was a stir in the room; the Rev. Dionysius Smylie moved about mysteriously, and ultimately seemed to make an obeisance before the bishop.  It was time for prayers.

46.¶24	"Shall you go?" said Lord St. Aldegonde to Mrs. Campian, by whom he was sitting.

46.¶25	"I like to pray alone," she answered.

46.¶26	"As for that," said Aldegonde, "I am not clear we ought to pray at all, either in public or private.  It seems very arrogant in us to dictate to an all-wise Creator what we desire."

46.¶27	"I believe in the efficacy of prayer," said Theodora.

46.¶28	"And I believe in you," said St. Aldegonde, after a momentary pause.

CHAPTER 47

47.¶1	On the morrow, the early celebration in the chapel was numerously attended.  The duchess and her daughters, Lady Agramont, and Mrs. Ardenne, were among the faithful; but what encouraged and gratified the bishop was, that the laymen, on whom he less relied, were numerously represented.  The lord-lieutenant, Lord Carisbrooke, Lord Montairy, Bertram, and Hugo Bohun. accompanied Lothair to the altar.

47.¶2	After the celebration, Lothair retired to his private apartments.  It was arranged that he was to join his assembled friends at noon, when he would receive their congratulations, and some deputations from the county.

47.¶3	At noon, therefore, preparatively preceded by Mr. Putney Giles, whose thought was never asleep, and whose eye was on every thing, the guardians, the cardinal, and the Earl of Culloden, waited on Lothair to accompany him to his assembled friends, and, as it were, launch him into the world.

47.¶4	They were assembled at one end of the chief gallery, and in a circle.  Although the deputations would have to advance the whole length of the chamber, Lothair and his guardians entered from a side apartment.  Even with this assistance he felt very nervous.  There was no lack of feeling, and, among many, of deep feeling, on this occasion, but there was an equal and a genuine exhibition of ceremony.

47.¶5	The lord-lieutenant was the first person who congratulated Lothair, though the high-sheriff had pushed forward for that purpose, but, in his awkward precipitation, he got involved with the train of the Hon. Lady Clotworthy, who bestowed on him such a withering glance, that he felt a routed man, and gave up the attempt.  There were many kind and some earnest words.  Even St. Aldegonde acknowledged the genius of the occasion.  He was grave, graceful, and dignified, and, addressing Lothair by his title, he said, "that be hoped he would meet in life that happiness which he felt confident he deserved."  Theodora said nothing, though her lips seemed once to move; but she retained for a moment Lothair's hand, and the expression of her countenance touched his innermost heart.  Lady Corisande beamed with dazzling beauty.  Her countenance was joyous, radiant; her mien imperial and triumphant.  She gave her hand with graceful alacrity to Lothair, and said in a hushed tone, but every word of which reached his ear, "One of the happiest hours of my life was eight o'clock this morning."

47.¶6	The lord-lieutenant and the county members then retired to the other end of the gallery, and ushered in the deputation of the magistracy of the county, congratulating their new brother, for Lothair had just been appointed to the bench, on his secession to his estates.  The lord-lieutenant himself read the address, to which Lothair replied with a propriety all acknowledged.  Then came the address of the mayor and corporation of Grandchester, of which city Lothair was hereditary high-steward; and then that of his tenantry, which was cordial and characteristic.  And here many were under the impression that this portion of the proceedings would terminate; but it was not so.  There had been some whispering between the bishop and the archdeacon, and the Rev. Dionysius Smylie had, after conference with his superiors, twice left the chamber.  It seems that the clergy had thought fit to take this occasion of congratulating Lothair on his great accession and the proportionate duties which it would fall on him to fulfil.  The bishop approached Lothair and addressed him in a whisper.  Lothair seemed surprised and a little agitated, but apparently bowed assent.  Then the bishop and his staff proceeded to the end of the gallery and introduced a diocesan deputation, consisting of archdeacons and rural deans, who presented to Lothair a most uncompromising address, and begged his acceptance of a bible and prayer-book richly bound, and borne by the Rev. Dionysius Smylie on a cushion of velvet.

47.¶7	The habitual pallor of the cardinal's countenance became unusually wan; the cheek of Clare Arundel was a crimson flush; Monsignore Catesby bit his lip; Theodora looked with curious seriousness, as if she were observing the manners of a foreign country; St. Aldegonde snorted, and pushed his hand through his hair, which had been arranged in unusual order.  The great body of those present, unaware that this deputation was unexpected, were unmoved.

47.¶8	It was a trial for Lothair, and scarcely a fair one.  He was not unequal to it, and what he said was esteemed, at the moment, by all parties as satisfactory; though the archdeacon, in secret conclave, afterward observed that he dwelt more on religion than on the Church, and spoke of the Church of Christ and not of the Church of England.  He thanked them for their present of volumes, which all must reverence or respect.

47.¶9	While all this was taking place within the Towers, vast bodies of people were assembling without.  Besides the notables of the county and his tenantry and their families, which drained all the neighboring villages, Lothair had forwarded several thousand tickets to the mayor and corporation of Grandchester, for distribution among their fellow-townsmen, who were invited to dine at Muriel and partake of the festivities of the day, and trains were hourly arriving with their eager and happy guests.  The gardens were at once open for their unrestricted pleasure, but at two o'clock, according to the custom of the county under such circumstances, Lothair held what, in fact, was a levée, or rather a drawing-room, when every person who possessed a ticket was permitted, and even invited and expected, to pass through the whole range of the state apartments of Muriel Towers, and at the same time pay their respects to, and make the acquaintance of, their lord.

47.¶10	Lothair stood with his chief friends near him, the ladies, however, seated, and every one passed ‑‑ farmers and townsmen and honest folk, down to the stokers of the trains from Grandchester, with whose presence St. Aldegonde was much pleased, and whom he carefully addressed as they passed by.

47.¶11	After this great reception they all dined in pavilions in the park ‑‑ one thousand tenantry by themselves, and at a fixed hour; the miscellaneous multitude in a huge crimson tent, very lofty, with many flags, and in which was served a banquet that never stopped till sunset, so that in time all might be satisfied; the notables and deputations, with the guests in the house, lunched in the armory.  It was a bright day, and there was unceasing music.

47.¶12	In the course of the afternoon Lothair visited the pavilions, where his health was proposed, and pledged ‑‑ in the first by one of his tenants, and in the other by a workman, both orators of repute; and he addressed and thanked his friends.  This immense multitude, orderly and joyous, roamed about the parks and gardens, or danced on a platform which the prescient experience of Mr. Giles had provided for them in a due locality, and whiled away the pleasant hours, in expectation a little feverish of the impending fireworks, which, there was a rumor, were to be on a scale and in a style of which neither Grandchester nor the county had any tradition.

47.¶13	"I remember your words at Blenheim," said Lothair to Theodora.  "You cannot say the present party is founded on the principle of exclusion."

47.¶14	In the mean time, about six o'clock, Lothair dined in his great hall with his two hundred guests at a banquet where all the resources of nature and art seemed called upon to contribute to its luxury and splendor.  The ladies, who had never before dined at a public dinner, were particularly delighted.  They were delighted by the speeches, though they had very few; they were delighted by the national anthem, all rising; particularly, they were delighted by "three-times-three, and one cheer more," and "hip, hip."  It seemed to their unpractised ears like a great naval battle, or the end of the world, or any thing else of unimaginable excitement, tumult, and confusion.

47.¶15	The lord-lieutenant proposed Lothair's health, and dexterously made his comparative ignorance of the subject the cause of his attempting a sketch of what he hoped might be the character of the person whose health he proposed.  Every one intuitively felt the resemblance was just, and even complete, and Lothair confirmed their kind and sanguine anticipations by his terse and well-considered reply.  His proposition of the ladies' healths was a signal that the carriages were ready to take them, as arranged, to Muriel Mere.

47.¶16	The sun had set in glory over the broad expanse of waters still glowing in the dying beam; the people were assembled in thousands on the borders of the lake, in the centre of which was an island with a pavilion.  Fanciful barges and gondolas of various shapes and colors were waiting for Lothair and his party, to carry them over to the pavilion, where they found a repast which became the hour and the scene ‑‑ coffee and ices and whimsical drinks, which sultanas would sip in Arabian tales.  No sooner were they seated than the sound of music was heard ‑‑ distant, but now nearer, till there came floating on the lake, until it rested before the pavilion, a gigantic shell, larger than the building itself, but holding in its golden and opal seats Signor Mardoni and all his orchestra.

47.¶17	Then came a concert rare in itself, but ravishing in the rosy twilight; and in about half an hour, when the rosy twilight had subsided into a violet eve, and when the white moon that had only gleamed began to glitter, the colossal shell again moved on, and Lothair and his companions, embarking once more in their gondolas, followed it in procession about the lake.  He carried in his own bark the duchess, Theodora, and the lord-lieutenant, and was rowed by a crew in Venetian dresses.  As he handed Theodora to her seat, the impulse was irresistible ‑‑ he pressed her hand to his lips.

47.¶18	Suddenly a rocket rose with a hissing rush from the pavilion.  It was instantly responded to from every quarter of the lake.  Then the island seemed on fire, and the scene of their late festivity became a brilliant palace, with pediments and columns and statues, bright in the blaze of colored flame.  For half an hour the sky seemed covered with blue lights and the bursting forms of many-colored stars; golden fountains, like the eruption of a marine volcano, rose from different parts of the water; the statued palace on the island changed and became a forest glowing with green light; and finally a temple of cerulean tint, on which appeared in huge letters of prismatic color the name of Lothair.

47.¶19	The people cheered, but even the voice of the people was overcome by troops of rockets rising from every quarter of the lake, and by the thunder of artillery.  When the noise and the smoke had both subsided, the name of Lothair still legible on the temple but the letters quite white, it was perceived that on every height for fifty miles round they had fired a beacon.

CHAPTER 48

48.¶1	The ball at Muriel which followed the concert on the lake was one of those balls which, it would seem, never would end.  All the preliminary festivities, instead of exhausting the guests of Lothair, appeared only to have excited them, and rendered them more romantic and less tolerant of the routine of existence.  They danced in the great gallery, which was brilliant and crowded, and they danced as they dance in a festive dream, with joy and the enthusiasm of gayety.  The fine ladies would sanction no exclusiveness.  They did not confine their inspiring society, as is sometimes too often the case, to the Brecons and the Bertrams and the Carisbrookes; they danced fully and freely with the youth of the county, and felt that in so doing they were honoring and gratifying their host.

48.¶2	At one o'clock they supped in the armory, which was illuminated for the first time, and a banquet in a scene so picturesque and resplendent renovated not merely their physical energies.  At four o'clock the duchess and a few others quietly disappeared, but her daughters remained, and St. Aldegonde danced endless reels, which was a form in which he preferred to worship Terpsichore.  Perceiving by an open window that it was dawn, be came up to Lothair and said, "This is a case of breakfast."

48.¶3	Happy and frolicsome suggestion!  The invitations circulated, and it was soon known that they were all to gather at the matin meal.

48.¶4	"I am so sorry that her grace has retired," said Hugo Bohun to Lady St. Aldegonde, as he fed her with bread and butter, "because she always likes early breakfasts in the country."

48.¶5	The sun was shining as the guests of the house retired, and sank into couches from which it seemed they never could rise again; but, long after this, the shouts of servants and the scuffle of carriages intimated that the company in general were not so fortunate and expeditious in their retirement from the scene; and the fields were all busy, and even the towns awake, when the great body of the wearied but delighted wassailers returned from celebrating the majority of Lothair.

48.¶6	In the vast and statesmanlike programme of the festivities of the week, which had been prepared by Mr. and Mrs. Putney Giles, something of interest and importance had been appropriated to the morrow, but it was necessary to erase all this; and for a simple reason ‑‑ no human being on the morrow morn even appeared ‑‑ one might say, even stirred.  After all the gay tumult in which even thousands had joined, Muriel Towers on the morrow presented a scene which only could have been equalled by the castle in the fairy tale inhabited by the Sleeping Beauty.

48.¶7	At length, about two hours after noon, bells began to sound which were not always answered.  Then a languid household prepared a meal of which no one for a time partook, till at last a monsignore appeared, and a rival Anglican or two.  Then St. Aldegonde came in with a troop of men who had been bathing in the mere, and called loudly for kidneys, which happened to be the only thing not at hand, as is always the case.  St. Aldegonde always required kidneys when he had sat up all night and bathed.  "But the odd thing is," he said, "you never can get any thing to eat in these houses.  Their infernal cooks spoil every thing.  That's why I hate staying with Bertha's people in the north at the end of the year.  What I want in November is a slice of cod and a beefsteak, and by Jove I never could get them; I was obliged to come to town.  If is no joke to have to travel three hundred miles for a slice of cod and a beefsteak."

48.¶8	Notwithstanding all this, however, such is the magic of custom, that by sunset civilization had resumed its reign at Muriel Towers.  The party were assembled before dinner in the saloon, and really looked as fresh and bright as if the exhausting and tumultuous yesterday had never happened.  The dinner, too, notwithstanding the criticism of St. Aldegonde, was first rate, and pleased palates not so simply fastidious as his own.  The bishop and his suite were to depart on the morrow, but the cardinal was to remain.  His eminence talked much to Mrs. Campian, by whom, from the first, he was much struck.  He was aware that she was born a Roman, and was not surprised that, having married a citizen of the United States, her sympathies were what are styled liberal; but this only stimulated his anxious resolution to accomplish her conversion, both religious and political.  He recognized in her a being whose intelligence, imagination, and grandeur of character, might be of invaluable service to the Church.

48.¶9	In the evening Monsieur Raphael and his sister, and their colleagues, gave a representation which was extremely well done.  There was no theatre at Muriel, but Apollonia had felicitously arranged a contiguous saloon for the occasion, and, as everybody was at ease in an arm-chair, they all agreed it was preferable to a regular theatre.

48.¶10	On the morrow they were to lunch with the mayor and corporation of Grandchester, and view some of the principal factories; on the next day the county gave a dinner to Lothair in their hall, the lord-lieutenant in the chair; on Friday there was to be a ball at Grandchester given by the county and city united to celebrate the great local event.  It was whispered that this was to be a considerable affair.  There was not an hour of the week that was not appropriated to some festive ceremony.

48.¶11	It happened on the morning of Friday, the cardinal being alone with Lothair, transacting some lingering business connected with the guardianship, and on his legs as he spoke, that he said:  "We live in such a happy tumult here, my dear child, that I have never had an opportunity of speaking to you on one or two points which interest me and should not be uninteresting to you.  I remember a pleasant morning-walk we had in the park at Vauxe, when we began a conversation which we never finished.  What say you to a repetition of our stroll?  'Tis a lovely day, and I dare say we might escape by this window, and gain some green retreat without any one disturbing us."

48.¶12	"I am quite of your eminence's mind," said Lothair, taking up a wide-awake, "and I will lead you where it is not likely we shall be disturbed."

48.¶13	So, winding their way through the pleasure-grounds, they entered by a wicket a part of the park where the sunny glades soon wandered among the tall fern and wild groves of venerable oaks.

48.¶14	"I sometimes feel," said the cardinal, "that I may have been too punctilious in avoiding conversation with you on a subject the most interesting and important to man.  But I felt a delicacy in exerting my influence as a guardian on a subject my relations to which, when your dear father appointed me to that office, were so different from those which now exist.  But you are now your own master; I can use no control over you but that influence which the words of truth must always exercise over an ingenuous mind."

48.¶15	His eminence paused for a moment and looked at his companion; but Lothair remained silent, with his eyes fixed upon the ground.

48.¶16	"It has always been a source of satisfaction, I would even say consolation, to me," resumed the cardinal, "to know you were a religious man; that your disposition was reverential, which is the highest order of temperament, and brings us nearest to the angels.  But we live in times of difficulty and danger ‑‑ extreme difficulty and danger; a religious disposition may suffice for youth in the tranquil hour, and he may find, in due season, his appointed resting-place: but these are days of imminent peril; the soul requires a sanctuary.  Is yours at hand?"

48.¶17	The cardinal paused, and Lothair was obliged to meet a direct appeal.  He said then, after a momentary hesitation: "When you last spoke to me, sir, on these grave matters, I said I was in a state of great despondency.  My situation now is not so much despondent as perplexed."

48.¶18	"And I wish you to tell me the nature of your perplexity," replied the cardinal, "for there is no anxious embarrassment of mind which Divine truth cannot disentangle and allay."

48.¶19	"Well," said Lothair, "I must say I am often perplexed at the differences which obtrude themselves between Divine truth and human knowledge."

48.¶20	"Those are inevitable," said the cardinal.  "Divine truth being unchangeable, and human knowledge changing every century; rather, I should say, every generation."

48.¶21	"Perhaps, instead of human knowledge, I should have said human progress," rejoined Lothair.

48.¶22	"Exactly," said the cardinal, "but what is progress?  Movement.  But what if it be movement in the wrong direction?  What if it be a departure from Divine truth?"

48.¶23	"But I cannot understand why religion should be inconsistent with civilization," said Lothair.

48.¶24	"Religion is civilization," said the cardinal; "the highest: it is a reclamation of man from savageness by the Almighty.  What the world calls civilization, as distinguished from religion, is a retrograde movement, and will ultimately lead us back to the barbarism from which we have escaped.  For instance, you talk of progress: what is the chief social movement of all the countries that three centuries ago separated from the unity of the Church of Christ?  The rejection of the sacrament of Christian matrimony.  The introduction of the law of divorce, which is, in fact, only a middle term to the abolition of marriage.  What does that mean?  The extinction of the home and the household on which God has rested civilization.  If there be no home, the child belongs to the state, not to the parent.  The state educates the child, and without religion, because the state in a country of progress acknowledges no religion.  For every man is not only to think as he likes, but to write and to speak as he likes, and to sow with both hands broadcast, where he will, errors, heresies, and blasphemies, without any authority on earth to restrain the scattering of this seed of universal desolation.  And this system, which would substitute for domestic sentiment and Divine belief the unlimited and licentious action of human intellect and human will, is called progress.  What is it but a revolt against God?"

48.¶25	"I am sure I wish there were only one Church and one religion," said Lothair.

48.¶26	"There is only one Church and only one religion," said the cardinal; "all other forms and phrases are mere phantasms, without root, or substance, or coherency.  Look at that unhappy Germany, once so proud of its Reformation.  What they call the leading journal tells us to-day, that it is a question there whether four-fifths or three-fourths of the population believe in Christianity.  Some portion of it has already gone back, I understand, to Number Nip.  Look at this unfortunate land, divided, subdivided, parcelled out in infinite schism, with new oracles every day, and each more distinguished for the narrowness of his intellect or the loudness of his lungs; once the land of saints and scholars, and people in pious pilgrimages, and finding always solace and support in the divine offices of an ever-present Church, which were a true though a faint type of the beautiful future that awaited man.  Why, only three centuries of this rebellion against the Most High have produced throughout the world, on the subject the most important that man should possess a clear, firm faith, an anarchy of opinion, throwing out every monstrous and fantastic form, from a caricature of the Greek philosophy to a revival of fetichism."

48.¶27	"It is a chaos," said Lothair, with a sigh.

48.¶28	"From which I wish to save you," said the cardinal, with some eagerness.  "This is not a time to hesitate.  You must be for God, or for Antichrist.  The Church calls upon her children."

48.¶29	"I am not unfaithful to the Church," said Lothair, "which was the Church of my fathers."

48.¶30	"The Church of England," said the cardinal.  "It was mine.  I think of it ever with tenderness and pity.  Parliament made the Church of England, and Parliament will unmake the Church of England.  The Church of England is not the Church of the English.  Its fate is sealed.  It will soon become a sect, and all sects are fantastic.  It will adopt new dogmas, or it will abjure old ones; any thing to distinguish it from the non-conforming herd in which, nevertheless, it will be its fate to merge.  The only consoling hope is that, when it falls, many of its children, by the aid of the Blessed Virgin, may return to Christ."

48.¶31	"What I regret, sir," said Lothair, "is that the Church of Rome should have placed itself in antagonism with political liberty.  This adds to the difficulties which the religious cause has to encounter; for it seems impossible to deny that political freedom is now the sovereign passion of communities."

48.¶32	"I cannot admit," replied the cardinal, "that the Church is in antagonism with political freedom.  On the contrary, in my opinion, there can be no political freedom which is not founded on Divine authority; otherwise it can be at the best but a specious phantom of license inevitably terminating in anarchy.  The rights and liberties of the people of Ireland have no advocates except the Church; because, there, political freedom is founded on Divine authority; but if you mean by political freedom the schemes of the illuminati and the freemasons, which perpetually torture the Continent, all the dark conspiracies of the secret societies, there, I admit, the Church is in antagonism with such aspirations after liberty; those aspirations, in fact, are blasphemy and plunder; and, if the Church were to be destroyed, Europe would be divided between the atheist and the communist."

48.¶33	There was a pause; the conversation had unexpectedly arrived at a point where neither party cared to pursue it.  Lothair felt he had said enough; the cardinal was disappointed with what Lothair had said.  His eminence felt that his late ward was not in that ripe state of probation which he had fondly anticipated; but, being a man not only of vivid perception, but also of fertile resource, while he seemed to close the present conversation, he almost immediately pursued his object by another combination of means.  Noticing an effect of scenery which pleased him, reminded him of Styria, and so on, he suddenly said: "You should travel."

48.¶34	"Well, Bertram wants me to go to Egypt with him," said Lothair.

48.¶35	"A most interesting country," said the cardinal, "and well worth visiting.  It is astonishing what a good guide old Herodotus still is in that land!  But you should know something of Europe before you go there.  Egypt is rather a land to end with.  A young man should visit the chief capitals of Europe, especially the seats of learning and the arts.  If my advice were asked by a young man who contemplated travelling on a proper scale, I should say begin with Rome.  Almost all that Europe contains is derived from Rome.  It is always best to go to the fountain-head, to study the original.  The society too, there, is delightful; I know none equal to it.  That, if you please, is civilization ‑‑ pious and refined.  And the people ‑‑ all so gifted and so good ‑‑ so kind, so orderly, so charitable, so truly virtuous.  I believe the Roman people to be the best people that ever lived, and this too while the secret societies have their foreign agents in every quarter, trying to corrupt them, but always in vain.  If an act of political violence occurs, you may be sure it is confined entirely to foreigners."

48.¶36	"Our friends the St. Jeromes are going to Rome," said Lothair.

48.¶37	"Well, and that would be pleasant for you.  Think seriously of this, my dear, young friend.  I could be of some little service to you if you go to Rome, which, after all, every man ought to do.  I could put you, in the way of easily becoming acquainted with all the right people, who would take care that you saw Rome with profit and advantage."

48.¶38	Just at this moment, in a winding glade, they were met abruptly by a third person.  All seemed rather to start at the sudden rencounter; and then Lothair eagerly advanced and welcomed the stranger with a proffered hand.

48.¶39	"This is a most unexpected, but to me most agreeable, meeting," he said.  "You must now be my guest."

48.¶40	"That would be a great honor," said the stranger, "but one I cannot enjoy.  I had to wait at the station a couple of hours or so for my train, and they told me if I strolled here I. should find some pretty country.  I have been so pleased with it, that I fear I have strolled too long, and I literally have not an instant at my command," and he hurried away.

48.¶41	"Who is that person?" asked the cardinal with some agitation.

48.¶42	"I have not the slightest idea," said Lothair.  "All I know is, he once saved my life."

48.¶43	"And all I know is," said the cardinal, "he once threatened mine."

48.¶44	"Strange!" said Lothair, and then he rapidly recounted to the cardinal his adventure at the Fenian meeting.

48.¶45	"Strange!" echoed his eminence.

CHAPTER 49

49.¶1	Mrs. Campian did not appear at luncheon, which was observed but not noticed.  Afterward, while Lothair was making some arrangements for the amusement of his guests, and contriving that they should fit in with the chief incident of the day, which was the banquet given to him by the county, and which it was settled the ladies were not to attend, the colonel took him aside and said, "I do not think that Theodora will care to go out to-day."

49.¶2	"She is not unwell, I hope?"

49.¶3	"Not exactly ‑‑ but she has had some news, some news of some friends, which has disturbed her.  And, if you will excuse me, I will request your permission not to attend the dinner to-day, which I had hoped to have had the honor of doing.  But I think our plans must be changed a little.  I almost think we shall not go to Scotland after all."

49.¶4	"There is not the slightest necessity for your going to the dinner.  You will have plenty to keep you in countenance at home.  Lord St. Aldegonde is not going, nor I fancy any of them.  I shall take the duke with me and Lord Culloden, and, if you do not go, I shall take Mr. Putney Giles.  The lord-lieutenant will meet us there.  I am sorry about Mrs. Campian, because I know she is not ever put out by little things.  May I not see her in the course of the day?  I should be very sorry that the day should pass over without seeing her."

49.¶5	"Oh!  I dare say she will see you in the course of the day, before you go."

49.¶6	"When she likes.  I shall not go out to-day; I shall keep in my rooms, always at her commands.  Between ourselves, I shall not be sorry to have a quiet morning and collect my ideas a little.  Speech-making is a new thing for me.  I wish you would tell me what to say to the county."

49.¶7	Lothair had appropriated to the Campians one of the most convenient and complete apartments in the castle.  It consisted of four chambers, one of them a saloon which had been fitted up for his mother when she married; a pretty saloon, hung with pale-green silk, and portraits and scenes inlaid by Vanloo and Boucher.  It was rather late in the afternoon when Lothair received a message from Theodora in reply to the wish that he had expressed of seeing her.

49.¶8	When he entered the room, she was not seated; her countenance was serious.  She advanced, and thanked him for wishing to see her, and regretted she could not receive him at an earlier hour.  "I fear it may have inconvenienced you," she added; "but my mind has been much disturbed, and too agitated for conversation."

49.¶9	"Even now I may be an intruder?"

49.¶10	"No, it is past; on the contrary, I wish to speak to you; indeed, you are the only person with whom I could speak," and she sat down.

49.¶11	Her countenance, which was unusually pale when he entered, became flushed.  "It is not a subject for the festive hour of your life," she said, "but I cannot resist my fate."

49.¶12	"Your fate must always interest me," murmured Lothair.

49.¶13	"Yes; but my fate is the fate of ages and of nations," said Theodora, throwing up her head with that tumult of the brow which he had once before noticed.  "Amid the tortures of my spirit at this moment, not the least is that there is only one person I can appeal to, and he is one to whom I have no right to make that appeal."

49.¶14	"If I be that person," said Lothair, "you have every right, for I am devoted to you."

49.¶15	"Yes; but it is not personal devotion that is the qualification needed.  It is not sympathy with me that would authorize such an appeal.  It must be sympathy with a cause, and a cause for which, I fear, you do not ‑‑ perhaps I should say you cannot ‑‑ feel."

49.¶16	"Why?" said Lothair.

49.¶17	"Why should you feel for my fallen country, who are the proudest citizen of the proudest of lands?  Why should you feel for its debasing thraldom ‑‑ you who, in the religious mystification of man, have, at least, the noble privilege of being a Protestant?"

49.¶18	"You speak of Rome?"

49.¶19	"Yes, of the only thought I have, or ever had.  I speak of that country which first impressed upon the world a general and enduring form of masculine virtue; the land of liberty, and law, and eloquence, and military genius, now garrisoned by monks, and governed by a doting priest."

49.¶20	"Everybody must be interested about Rome," said Lothair.  "Rome is the country of the world, and even the doting priest yon talk of boasts of two hundred millions of subjects."

49.¶21	"If he were at Avignon again, I should not care for his boasts," said Theodora.  "I do not grudge him his spiritual subjects; I am content to leave his superstition to Time.  Time is no longer slow; his scythe mows quickly in this age.  But when his debasing creeds are palmed off on man by the authority of our glorious capitol, and the slavery of the human mind is schemed and carried on in the forum, then, if there be real Roman blood left ‑‑ and I thank my Creator there is much ‑‑ it is time for it to mount and move," and she rose and walked up and down the room.

49.¶22	"You have had news from Rome?" said Lothair.

49.¶23	"I have had news from Rome," she replied, speaking slowly in a deep voice; and there was a pause.

49.¶24	Then Lothair said:  "When you have alluded to these matters before, you never spoke of them in a sanguine spirit."

49.¶25	"I have seen the cause triumph," said Theodora; "the sacred cause of truth, of justice, of national honor.  I have sat at the feet of the triumvirate of the Roman Republic; men who, for virtue, and genius, and warlike skill and valor, and every quality that exalts man, were never surpassed in the olden time ‑‑ no, not by the Catos and the Scipios; and I have seen the blood of my own race poured, like a rich vintage, on the victorious Roman soil; my father fell, who, in stature and in mien, was a god; and, since then, my beautiful brothers, with shapes to enshrine in temples; and I have smiled amid the slaughter of my race, for I believed that Rome was free; and yet all this vanished.  How, then, when we talked, could I be sanguine?"

49.¶26	"And yet you are sanguine now?" said Lothair, with a scrutinizing glance; and he rose and joined her, leaning slightly on the mantel-piece.

49.¶27	"There was only one event that could secure the success of our efforts," said Theodora, "and that event was so improbable, that I had long rejected it from calculation.  It has happened, and Rome calls upon me to act."

49.¶28	"The Papalini are strong," continued Theodora, after a pause; "they have been long preparing for the French evacuation; they have a considerable and disciplined force of janizaries, a powerful artillery, the strong places of the city.  The result of a rising, under such circumstances, might be more than doubtful; if unsuccessful, to us it would be disastrous.  It is necessary that the Roman States should be invaded, and the papal army must then quit their capital.  We have no fear of them in the field.  Yes," she added, with energy, "we could sweep them from the face of the earth!"

49.¶29	"But the army of Italy," said Lothair, "will that be inert?"

49.¶30	"There it is," said Theodora.  "That has been our stumbling-block.  I have always known that, if ever the French quitted Rome, it would be on the understanding that the house of Savoy should inherit the noble office of securing our servitude.  He in whom I alone confide would never credit this; but my information, in this respect, was authentic.  However, it is no longer necessary to discuss the question.  News has come, and in no uncertain shape, that whatever may have been the understanding, under no circumstances will the Italian army enter the Roman state.  We must strike, therefore, and Rome will be free.  But how am I to strike?  We have neither money nor arms.  We have only men.  I can give them no more, because I have already given them every thing, except my life, which is always theirs.  As for my husband, who, I may say, wedded me on the battle-field, so fax as wealth was concerned, he was then a prince among princes, and would pour forth his treasure, and his life, with equal eagerness.  But things have changed since Aspromonte.  The struggle in his own country has entirely deprived him of revenues as great as any forfeited by their Italian princelings.  In fact, it is only by a chance that he is independent.  Had it not been for an excellent man, one of your great English merchants, who was his agent here, and managed his affairs, we should have been penniless.  His judicious investments of the superfluity of our income, which, at the time, my husband never even noticed, have secured for Colonel Campian the means of that decorous life which he appreciates ‑‑ but no more.  As for myself, these considerations are nothing.  I will not say I should be insensible to a refined life with refined companions, if the spirit were content and the heart serene; but I never could fully realize the abstract idea of what they call wealth; I never could look upon it except as a means to an end, and my end has generally been military material.  Perhaps the vicissitudes of my life have made me insensible to what are called reverses of fortune, for, when a child, I remember sleeping on the moonlit flags of Paris, with no pillow except my tambourine; and I remember it not without delight.  Let us sit down.  I feel I am talking in an excited, injudicious, egotistical, rhapsodical, manner.  I thought I was calm, and I meant to have been clear.  But the fact is, I am ashamed of myself.  I am doing a wrong thing, and in a wrong manner.  But I have had a sleepless night, and a day of brooding thought.  I meant once to have asked you to help me, and now I feel that you are the last person to whom I ought to appeal."

49.¶31	"In that you are in error," said Lothair, rising and taking her hand with an expression of much gravity; "I am the right person for you to appeal to ‑‑ the only person."

49.¶32	"Nay," said Theodora, and she shook her head.

49.¶33	"For I owe to you a debt that I never can repay," continued Lothair.  "Had it not been for you, I should have remained what I was when we first met, a prejudiced, narrow-minded being, with contracted sympathies and false knowledge, wasting my life on obsolete trifles, and utterly insensible to the privilege of living in this wondrous age of change and progress.  Why, had it not been for you I should have at this very moment been lavishing my fortune on an, ecclesiastical toy, which I think of with a blush.  There may be ‑‑ doubtless there are ‑‑ opinions in which we may not agree; but in our love of truth and justice there is no difference, dearest lady.  No; though you must have felt that I am not ‑‑ that no one could be ‑‑ insensible to your beauty and infinite charms, still it is your consummate character that has justly fascinated my thought and heart; and I have long resolved, were I permitted, to devote to you my fortune and my life."

CHAPTER 50

50.¶1	The month of September was considerably advanced when a cab, evidently from its luggage fresh from the railway, entered the court-yard of Hexham House, of which the shuttered windows indicated the absence of its master, the cardinal, then in Italy.  But it was evident that the person who had arrived was expected, for before his servant could ring the hall-bell the door opened, and a grave-looking domestic advanced with much deference, and awaited the presence of no less a personage than Monsignore Berwick.

50.¶2	"We have had a rough passage, good Clifford," said the great man, alighting, "but I see you duly received my telegram.  You are always ready."

50.¶3	"I hope my lord will find it not uncomfortable," said Clifford.  "I have prepared the little suite which you mentioned, and have been careful that there should be no outward sign of any one having arrived."

50.¶4	"And now," said the monsignore, stopping for a moment in the ball, "here is a letter which must be instantly delivered, and by a trusty hand," and he gave it to Mr. Clifford, who, looking at the direction, nodded his head and said, "By no one but myself.  I will show my lord to his rooms and depart with this instantly."

50.¶5	"And bring back a reply," added the monsignore.

50.¶6	The well-lit room, the cheerful fire, the judicious refection on a side-table, were all circumstances which usually would have been agreeable to a wearied traveller, but Monsignore Berwick seemed little to regard them.  Though a man in general superior to care, and master of thought, his countenance was troubled and pensive even to dejection.

50.¶7	"Even the winds and waves are against us," he exclaimed, too restless to be seated, and walking up and down the room with his arms behind his back.  "That such a struggle should fall to my lot!  Why was I not a minister in the days of the Gregorys, the Innocents, even the Leos!  But this is craven.  There should be inspiration in peril, and the greatest where peril is extreme.  I am a little upset ‑‑ with travel and the voyage and those telegrams not being answered.  The good Clifford was wisely provident," and he approached the table and took one glass of wine.  "Good!  One must never despair in such a cause.  And if the worse happens, it has happened before ‑‑ and what then?  Suppose Avignon over again, or even Gaeta, or even Paris?  So long as we never relinquish our title to the Eternal City we shall be eternal.  But then, some say, our enemies before were the sovereigns; now it is the people.  Is it so?  True we have vanquished kings, and baffled emperors ‑‑ but the French Republic and the Roman Republic have alike reigned and ruled in the Vatican, and where are they?  We have lost provinces, but we have also gained them.  We have twelve millions of subjects in the United States of America, and they will increase like the sands of the sea.  Still it is a hideous thing to have come back, as it were, to the days of the Constable of Bourbon, and to be contemplating the siege of the Holy See, and massacre and pillage and ineffable horrors!  The papacy may survive such calamities, as it undoubtedly will, but I shall scarcely figure in history if, under my influence, such visitations should accrue.  If I had only to deal with men, I would not admit of failure; but when your antagonists are human thoughts, represented by invisible powers, there is something that might baffle a Machiavel and appall a Borgia."

50.¶8	While he was meditating in this vein the door opened, and Mr. Clifford, with some hasty action and speaking rapidly, exclaimed:  "He said he would be here sooner than myself.  His carriage was at the door.  I drove back as soon as possible ‑‑ and indeed I hear something now in the court," and he disappeared.

50.¶9	It was only to usher in, almost immediately, a stately personage in an evening dress, and wearing a decoration of a high class, who saluted the monsignore with great cordiality.

50.¶10	I am engaged to dine with the Prussian ambassador, who has been obliged to come to town to receive a prince of the blood who is visiting the dockyards here; but I thought you might be later than you expected, and I ordered my carriage to be in waiting, so that we have a good little hour ‑‑ and I can come on to you again afterward, if that will not do."

50.¶11	"A little hour with us is a long hour with other people," said the monsignore, "because we are friends and can speak without windings.  You are a true friend to the Holy See; you have proved it.  We are in great trouble and need of aid."

50.¶12	"I hear that things are not altogether as we could wish," said the gentleman in an evening dress; "but I hope, and should think, only annoyances."

50.¶13	"Dangers," said Berwick, "and great."

50.¶14	"How so?"

50.¶15	"Well, we have invasion threatening us without and insurrection within," said Berwick.  "We might, though it is doubtful, successfully encounter one of these perils, but their united action must be fatal."

50.¶16	"All this has come suddenly," said the gentleman.  "In the summer you had no fear, and our people wrote to us that we might be perfectly tranquil."

50.¶17	"Just so," said Berwick.  "If we had met a month ago, I should have told you the same thing.  A month ago the revolution seemed lifeless, penniless; without a future, without a resource.  They had no money, no credit, no men.  At present, quietly but regularly, they are assembling by thousands on our frontiers; thy have to our knowledge received two large consignments of small arms, and apparently have unlimited credit with the trade, both in Birmingham and Liége; they have even artillery; every thing is paid for in coin or in good bills ‑‑ and, worst of all, they have a man, the most consummate soldier in Europe.  I thought he was at New York, and was in hopes he would never have recrossed the Atlantic ‑‑ but I know that he passed through Florence a fortnight ago, and I have seen a man who says he spoke to him at Narni."

50.¶18	"The Italian government must stop all this," said the gentleman.

50.¶19	"They do not stop it," said Berwick.  "The government of his holiness has made every representation to them: we have placed in their hands indubitable evidence of the illegal proceedings that are taking place and of the internal dangers we experience in consequence of their exterior movements.  But they do nothing: it is even believed that the royal troops are joining the insurgents, and Garibaldi is spouting with impunity in every balcony of Florence."

50.¶20	"You may depend upon it that our government is making strong representations to the government of Florence."

50.¶21	"I come from Paris and elsewhere," said Berwick, with animation and perhaps a degree of impatience.  "I have seen everybody there, and I have heard every thing.  It is not representations that are wanted from your government; it is something of a different kind."

50.¶22	"But if you have seen everybody at Paris and heard every thing, how can I help you?"

50.¶23	"By acting upon the government here.  A word from you to the English minister would have great weight at this juncture.  Queen Victoria is interested in the maintenance of the papal throne.  Her Catholic subjects are counted by millions.  The influence of his holiness has been hitherto exercised against the Fenians.  France would interfere, if she was sure the step would not be disapproved by England."

50.¶24	"Interfere!" said the gentleman.  "Our return to Rome almost before we have paid our laundresses' bills in the Eternal City would be a diplomatic scandal."

50.¶25	"A diplomatic scandal would be preferable to a European revolution."

50.¶26	"Suppose we were to have both?" and the gentleman drew his chair near the fire.

50.¶27	"I am convinced that a want of firmness now," said Berwick, "would lead to inconceivable calamities for all of us."

50.¶28	"Let us understand each other, my very dear friend Berwick," said his companion, and he threw his arm over the back of his chair and looked the Roman full in his face.  You say you have been at Paris and elsewhere, and have seen everybody and heard every thing?"

50.¶29	"Yes, yes."

50.¶30	"Something has happened to us also during the last month, and as unexpectedly as to yourselves."

50.¶31	"The secret societies?  Yes, he spoke to me on that very point, and fully.  'Tis strange, but is only, in my opinion, an additional argument in favor of crushing the evil influence."

50.¶32	"Well, that he must decide.  But the facts are startling.  A month ago the secret societies in France were only a name; they existed only in the memory of the police, and almost as a tradition.  At present we know that they are in complete organization, and what is most strange is that the prefects write they have information that the Mary-Anne associations, which are essentially republican and are scattered about the provinces, are all revived, and are astir.  Mary-Anne, as you know, was the red name for the republic years ago, and there always was a sort of myth that these societies had been founded by a woman.  Of course that is all nonsense, but they keep it up; it affects the public imagination, and my government has undoubted evidence that the word of command has gone round to all these societies that Mary-Anne has; returned and will issue her orders, which must be obeyed."

50.¶33	"The Church is stronger, and especially in the provinces, than the Mary-Anne societies," said Berwick.

50.¶34	"I hope so," said his friend; "but you see, my dear monsignore, the question with us is not so simple as you put It.  The secret societies will not tolerate another Roman interference, to say nothing of the diplomatic hubbub, which we might, if necessary, defy; but what if, taking advantage of the general indignation, your new kingdom of Italy may seize the golden opportunity of making a popular reputation, and declare herself the champion of national independence against the interference of the foreigner?  My friend, we tread on delicate ground."

50.¶35	"If Rome falls, not an existing dynasty in Europe will survive five years," said Berwick.

50.¶36	"It may be so," said his companion, but with no expression of incredulity. "You know how consistently and anxiously I have always labored to support the authority of the Holy See, and to maintain its territorial position as the guarantee of its independence; but Fate has decided against us.  I cannot indulge in the belief that his holiness will ever regain his lost provinces; a capital without a country is an apparent anomaly, which I fear will always embarrass us.  We can treat the possession as the capital of Christendom, but, alas! all the world are not as good Christians as ourselves, and Christendom is a country no longer marked out in the map of the world.  I wish," continued the gentleman in a tone almost coaxing ‑‑ "I wish we could devise some plan which, humanly speaking, would secure to his holiness the possession of his holy throne forever.  I wish I could induce you to consider more favorably that suggestion, that his holiness should content himself with the ancient city, and, in possession of St. Peter's and the Vatican, leave the rest of, Rome to the vulgar cares and the mundane anxieties of the transient generation.  Yes," he added with energy, "if, my dear Berwick, you could see your way to this, or something like this, I think even now and at once, I could venture to undertake that the emperor, my master, would soon put an end to all these disturbances and dangers, and that ‑‑ "

50.¶37	"Non possumus," said Berwick, sternly stopping him; "sooner than that Attila, the Constable of Bourbon, or the blasphemous orgies of the Red Republic!  After all, it is the Church against the secret societies.  They are the only two strong things in Europe, and will survive kings, emperors, or parliaments."

50.¶38	At this moment there was a tap at the door, and, bidden to enter, Mr. Clifford presented himself with a sealed paper, for the gentleman in evening dress.  "Your secretary, sir, brought this, which he said must be given you before you went to the ambassador."

50.¶39	"'Tis well," said the gentleman, and he rose, and with a countenance of some excitement read the paper, which contained a telegram; and then he said:  "This, I think, will help us out of our immediate difficulties, my dear monsignore.  Rattazzi has behaved like a man of sense, and has arrested Garibaldi.  But you do not seem, my friend, as pleased as I should have anticipated."

50.¶40	"Garibaldi has been arrested before," said Berwick.

50.¶41	"Well, well, I am hopeful; but I must go to my dinner.  I will see yon again tomorrow."

CHAPTER 51

51.¶1	The continuous gathering of what, in popular language, were styled the Garibaldi Volunteers, on the southern border of the papal territory in the autumn of 1867, was not the only or perhaps the greatest danger which then threatened the Holy See, though the one which most attracted its alarmed attention.  The considerable numbers in which this assemblage was suddenly occurring; the fact that the son of the Liberator had already taken its command, and only as the precursor of his formidable sire; the accredited rumor that Ghirelli at the head of a purely Roman legion was daily expected to join the frontier force; that Nicotera was stirring in the old Neapolitan kingdom, while the Liberator himself at Florence and in other parts of Tuscany was even ostentatiously, certainly with impunity, preaching the new crusade and using all his irresistible influence with the populace to excite their sympathies and to stimulate their energy, might well justify the extreme apprehension of the court of Rome.  And yet dangers at least equal, and almost as close, were at the same time preparing unnoticed and unknown.

51.¶2	In the mountainous range between Fiascone and Viterbo, contiguous to the sea, is a valley surrounded by chains of steep and barren hills, but which is watered by a torrent scarcely dry, even in summer; so that the valley itself, which is not inconsiderable in its breadth, is never without verdure, while almost a forest of brushwood formed of shrubs, which in England we should consider rare, bounds the natural turf and ascends sometimes to no inconsiderable height the nearest hills.

51.¶3	Into this valley, toward the middle of September, there defiled one afternoon through a narrow pass a band of about fifty men, all armed, and conducting a cavalcade or rather a caravan of mules laden with munitions of war and other stores.  When they had gained the centre of the valley and a general halt was accomplished, their commander, accompanied by one who was apparently an officer, surveyed all the points of the locality; and, when their companions had rested and refreshed themselves, they gave the necessary orders for the preparation of a camp.  The turf already afforded a sufficient area for their present wants, but it was announced that on the morrow they must commence clearing the brushwood.  In the mean time, one of the liveliest scenes of military life soon rapidly developed itself: the canvas houses were pitched, the sentries appointed, the videttes established.  The commissariat was limited to bread and olives, and generally the running stream, varied sometimes by coffee, and always consoled by tobacco.

51.¶4	On the third day, amid their cheerful though by no means light labors, a second caravan arrived, evidently expected and heartily welcomed.  Then, in another eight-and-forty hours, smaller bodies of men seemed to drop down from the hills, generally without stores, but always armed.  Then men came from neighboring islands in open boats, and one morning a considerable detachment crossed the water from Corsica.  So that at the end of a week or ten days there was an armed force of several hundred men in this once silent valley, now a scene of constant stir and continual animation, for some one or something was always arriving, and from every quarter; men and arms and stores crept in from every wild pass of the mountains and every little rocky harbor of the coast.

51.¶5	About this time, while the officer in command was reviewing a considerable portion of the troops, the rest laboring in still clearing the brushwood and establishing the many works incidental to a camp, half a dozen horsemen were seen descending the mountain-pass by which the original body had entered the valley.  A scout had preceded them, and the troops with enthusiasm awaited the arrival of that leader, a message from whose magic name had summoned them to this secluded rendezvous from many a distant state and city.  Unruffled, but with an inspiring fire in his pleased keen eye, that general answered their devoted salute, whom hitherto we have known by his travelling name of Captain Bruges.

51.¶6	It was only toward the end of the preceding month that he had resolved to take the field; but the organization of the secret societies is so complete that he knew he could always almost instantly secure the assembling of a picked force in a particular place.  The telegraph circulated its mystic messages to every part of France and Italy and Belgium, and to some old friends not so conveniently at hand, but who he doubted not would arrive in due time for action.  He himself had employed the interval in forwarding all necessary supplies, and he had passed through Florence in order that he might confer with the great spirit of Italian movement and plan with him the impending campaign.

51.¶7	After he had passed in review the troops, the general, with the officers of his staff who had accompanied him, visited on foot every part of the camp.  Several of the men he recognized by name; to all of them he addressed some inspiring word; a memory of combats in which they had fought together, or happy allusions to adventures if romantic peril; some question which indicated that local knowledge which is magical for those who are away from home; mixed with all this, sharp, clear inquiries as to the business of the hour, which proved the master of detail, severe in discipline, but never deficient in sympathy for his troops.

51.¶8	After sunset, enveloped in their cloaks, the general and his companions, the party increased by the officers who had been in command previous to his arrival, smoked their cigars round the camp-fire.

51.¶9	"Well, Sarano," said the general, "I will look over your muster-roll to-morrow, but I should suppose I may count on a thousand rifles or so.  I want three, and we shall get them.  The great man would have supplied them me at once, but I will not have boys.  He must send those on to Menotti.  I told him: 'I am not a man of genius; I do not pretend to conquer kingdoms with boys.  Give me old soldiers, men who have served a couple of campaigns, and been seasoned with four-and-twenty months of camp-life, and I will not disgrace you or myself.'"

51.¶10	"We have had no news from the other place for a long time," said Sarano.  "How is it?"

51.¶11	"Well enough.  They are in the mountains about Nerola, in a position not very unlike this; numerically strong, for Nicotera has joined them, and Ghirelli with the Roman Legion is at hand.  They must be quiet till the great man joins them; I am told they are restless.  There has been too much noise about the whole business.  Had they been as mum as you have been, we should not have had all these representations from France and these threatened difficulties from that quarter.  The Papalini would have complained and remonstrated, and Rattazzi could have conscientiously assured the people at Paris that they were dealing with exaggerations and bugbears; the very existence of the frontier force would have become a controversy, and, while the newspapers were proving it was a myth, we should have been in the Vatican."

51.¶12	"And when shall we be there, general?"

51.¶13	"I do not want to move for a month.  By that time I shall have two thousand five hundred or three thousand of my old comrades, and the great man will have put his boys in trim.  Both bodies must leave their mountains at the same time, join in the open country, and march to Rome."

51.¶14	As the night advanced, several of the party rose and left the camp-fire ‑‑ some to their tents, some to their duties.  Two of the staff remained with the general.

51.¶15	"I am disappointed and uneasy that we have not heard from Paris," said one of them.

51.¶16	"I am disappointed," said the general, "but not uneasy; she never makes a mistake."

51.¶17	"The risk was too great," rejoined the speaker in a depressed tone.

51.¶18	"I do not see that," said the general.  "What is the risk?  Who could possibly suspect the lady's maid of the Princess of Tivoli!  I am told that the princess has become quite a favorite at the Tuileries."

51.¶19	"They say that the police is not so well informed as it used to be; nevertheless, I confess I should be much happier were she sitting round this camp-fire."

51.¶20	"Courage!" said the general.  "I do not believe in many things, but I do believe in the divine Theodora.  What say you, Captain Muriel?  I hope you are not offended by my criticism of young soldiers.  You are the youngest in our band, but you have good military stuff in you, and will be soon seasoned."

51.¶21	"I feel I serve under a master of the art," replied Lothair, "and will not take the gloomy view of Colonel Campian about our best friend, though I share all his disappointment.  It seems to me that detection is impossible.  I am sure that I could not have recognized her when I handed the princess into her carriage."

51.¶22	"The step was absolutely necessary," said the general; "no one could be trusted but herself ‑‑ no other person has the influence.  All our danger is from France.  The Italian troops will never cross the frontier to attack us, rest assured of that.  I have proof of it.  And it is most difficult, almost impossible, for the French to return.  There never would have been an idea of such a step, if there had been a little more discretion at Florence, less of those manifestoes and speeches from balconies.  But we must not criticise one who is above criticism.  Without him we could do nothing, and when he stamps his foot men rise from the earth.  I will go the rounds; come with me, Captain Muriel.  Colonel, I order you to your tent; you are a veteran ‑‑ the only one among us, at least on the staff, who was wounded at Aspromonte."

CHAPTER 52

52.¶1	The life of Lothair had been so strange and exciting since he quitted Muriel Towers that he had found little time for that reflection in which he was once so prone to indulge.  Perhaps he shrank from it.  If he wanted an easy distraction from self ‑‑ criticism it may be a convenient refuge from the scruples, or even the pangs, of conscience ‑‑ it was profusely supplied by the startling affairs of which he formed a part, the singular characters with whom he was placed in contact, the risk and responsibility which seemed suddenly to have encompassed him with their ever-stimulating influence, and, lastly, by the novelty of foreign travel, which, even under ordinary circumstances, has a tendency to rouse and stir up even ordinary men.

52.¶2	So long as Theodora was his companion in their counsels, and he was listening to her deep plans and daring suggestions, enforced by that calm enthusiasm which was not the least powerful of her commanding spells, it is not perhaps surprising that he should have yielded without an effort to her bewitching ascendancy.  But when they had separated, and she had embarked on that perilous enterprise of personally conferring with the chiefs of those secret societies of France, which had been fancifully baptized by her popular name, and had nurtured her tradition as a religious faith, it might have been supposed that Lothair, left to himself, might have recurred to the earlier sentiments of his youth.  But he was not left to himself.  He was left with her injunctions, and the spirit of the oracle, though the divinity was no longer visible, pervaded his mind and life.

52.¶3	Lothair was to accompany the general as one of his aides-de-camp, and he was to meet Theodora again on what was contemplated as the field of memorable actions.  Theodora had wisely calculated on the influence, beneficial in her view, which the character of a man like the general would exercise over Lothair.  This consummate military leader, though he had pursued a daring career, and was a man of strong convictions, was distinguished by an almost unerring judgment, and a mastery of method rarely surpassed.  Though he was without imagination or sentiment, there were occasions on which he had shown he was not deficient in a becoming sympathy, and he had a rapid and correct perception of character.  He was a thoroughly honest man, and, in the course of a life of great trial and vicissitude, even envenomed foes had never impeached his pure integrity.  For the rest, he was unselfish, but severe in discipline, inflexible, and even ruthless in the fulfilment of his purpose.  A certain simplicity of speech and conduct, and a disinterestedness which, even in little things, was constantly exhibiting itself, gave to his character even charm, and rendered personal intercourse with him highly agreeable.

52.¶4	In the countless arrangements which had to be made, Lothair was never wearied in recognizing and admiring the prescience and precision of his chief; and when the day had died, and for a moment they had ceased from their labors, or were travelling together, often through the night, Lothair found in the conversation of his companion, artless and unrestrained, a wonderful fund of knowledge both of men and things, and that, too, in very different climes and countries.

52.¶5	The camp in the Apennines was not favorable to useless reverie.  Lothair found unceasing and deeply-interesting occupation in his numerous and novel duties; and, if his thoughts for a moment wandered beyond the barren peaks around him, they were attracted and engrossed by one subject ‑‑ and that was, naturally, Theodora.  From her they had heard nothing since her departure, except a mysterious, though not discouraging, telegram which was given to them by Colonel Campian when he had joined them at Florence.  It was difficult not to feel anxious about her, though the general would never admit the possibility of her personal danger.

52.¶6	In this state of affairs, a week having elapsed since his arrival at the camp, Lothair, who had been visiting the outposts, was summoned one morning by an orderly to the tent of the general.  That personage was on his legs when Lothair entered it, and was dictating to an officer writing at a table.

52.¶7	"You ought to know my military secretary," said the general, as Lothair entered, "and therefore I will introduce you."

52.¶8	Lothair was commencing a suitable reverence of recognition as the secretary raised his head to receive it, when he suddenly stopped, changed color, and for a moment seemed to lose himself, and then murmured, "Is it possible?"

52.¶9	It was indeed Theodora: clothed in male attire, she seemed a stripling.

52.¶10	"Quite possible," she said, "and all is well.  But I found it a longer business than I had counted on.  You see, there are so many new persons who knew me only by tradition, but with whom it was necessary I should personally confer.  And I had more difficulty, just now, in getting through Florence than I had anticipated.  The Papalini and the French are both worrying our allies in that city about the gathering on the southern frontier, and there is a sort of examination, true or false, I will not aver, of all who depart.  However, I managed to pass with some soldiers' wives who were carrying fruit as far as Narni, and there I met an old comrade of Aspromonte, who is a custom-officer now, but true to the good cause, and he, and his daughter, who is with me, helped me through every thing, and so I am with my dear friends again."

52.¶11	After some slight conversation in this vein, Theodora entered into a detailed narrative of her proceedings, and gave to them her views of the condition of affairs.

52.¶12	"By one thing, above all others," she said, "I am impressed, and that is, the unprecedented efforts which Rome is making to obtain the return of the French.  There never was such influence exercised, such distinct offers made, such prospects intimated.  You may prepare yourself for any thing; a papal coronation, a family pontiff ‑‑ I could hardly say a King of Rome, though he has been reminded of that royal fact.  Our friends have acted with equal energy and with perfect temper.  The heads of the societies have met in council, and resolved that, if France will refuse to interfere, no domestic disturbance shall be attempted during this reign, and they have communicated this resolution to headquarters.  He trusts them; he knows they are honest men.  They did something like this before the Italian War, when he hesitated about heading the army from the fear of domestic revolution.  Anxious to recover the freedom of Italy, they apprized him that, if he personally entered the field, they would undertake to insure tranquillity at home.  The engagement was scrupulously fulfilled.  When I left Paris all looked well, but affairs require the utmost vigilance and courage.  It is a mighty struggle; it is a struggle between the Church and the secret societies; and it is a death-struggle."

CHAPTER 53

53.¶1	During the week that elapsed after the arrival of Theodora at the camp, many recruits, and considerable supplies of military stores, reached the valley.  Theodora really acted as secretary to the general, and her labors were not light.  Though Lothair was frequently in her presence, they were, never, or rarely, alone, and, when they conversed together, her talk was of details.  The scouts, too, had brought information, which might have been expected, that their rendezvous was no longer a secret at Rome.  The garrison of the neighboring town of Viterbo had, therefore, been increased, and there was even the commencement of an intrenched camp in the vicinity of that place, to be garrisoned by a detachment of the legion of Antibes and other good troops, so that any junction between the general and Garibaldi, if contemplated, should not be easily effected.

53.¶2	In the mean time, the life of the camp was busy.  The daily drill and exercise of two thousand men was not a slight affair, and the constant changes in orders which the arrival of bodies of recruits occasioned, rendered this primary duty more difficult; the office of quartermaster required the utmost resource and temper; the commissariat, which, from the nature of the country, could depend little upon forage, demanded extreme husbandry and forbearance.  But, perhaps, no labors were more severe than those of the armorers, the clink of whose instruments resounded unceasingly in the valley.  And yet such is the magic of method, when directed by a master-mind, that the whole went on with the regularity and precision of machinery.  More than two thousand armed men, all of whom had been accustomed to an irregular, some to a lawless, life, were as docile as children; animated, in general, by what they deemed a sacred cause, and led by a chief whom they universally alike adored and feared.

53.¶3	Among these wild warriors, Theodora, delicate and fragile, but with a mien of majesty, moved, like the spirit of some other world, and was viewed by them with admiration not unmixed with awe.  Veterans round the camp-fire, had told to the new recruits her deeds of prowess and devotion; how triumphantly she had charged at Voltorno, and how heroically she had borne their standard when they were betrayed at fatal Aspromonte.

53.¶4	The sun had sunk behind the, mountains, but was still high in the western heaven, when a mounted lancer was observed descending a distant pass into the valley.  The general and his staff had not long commenced their principal meal of the day, of which the disappearance of the sun behind the peak was the accustomed signal.  This permitted them, without inconvenience, to take their simple repast in the open, but still warm, air.  Theodora was seated between the general and her husband, and her eye was the first that caught the figure of the distant but descending stranger.

53.¶5	"What is that?" she asked.

53.¶6	The general, immediately using his telescope, after a moment's examination, said: "A lancer of the royal guard."

53.¶7	All eyes were now fixed upon the movements of the horseman.  He had descended the winding steep, and now was tracking the craggy path which led into the plain.  As he reached the precinct of the camp, he was challenged, but not detained.  Nearer and nearer he approached, and it was evident, from his uniform, that the conjecture of his character by the general was correct.

53.¶8	"A deserter from the guard," whispered Colonel Campian, to Lothair.

53.¶9	The horseman wag conducted by an officer to the presence of the commander.  When that presence was reached, the lancer, still silent, slowly lowered his tall weapon, and offered the general the dispatch which was fastened to the head of his spear.

53.¶10	Every eye was on the countenance of their chief as he perused the missive, but that countenance was always inscrutable.  It was observed, however, that he read the paper twice.  Looking up, the general said, to the officer:  "See that the bearer is well quartered. ‑‑ This is for you," he added in a low voice to Theodora, and he gave her an enclosure; "read it quietly, and then come into my tent."

53.¶11	Theodora read the letter, and quietly; though, without the preparatory hint, it might have been difficult to have concealed her emotion.  Then, after a short pause, she rose, and the general, requesting his companions not to disturb themselves, joined her, and they proceeded in silence to his tent.

53.¶12	"He is arrested," said the general when they had entered it, "and taken to Alessandria, where he is a close prisoner.  'Tis a blow, but I am more grieved than surprised."

53.¶13	This was the arrest of Garibaldi at Sinigaglia by the Italian government, which had been communicated at Hexham House to Monsignore Berwick by his evening visitor.

53.¶14	"How will it affect operations in the field?" inquired Theodora.

53.¶15	"According to this dispatch, in no degree.  Our original plan is to be pursued, and acted upon the moment we are ready.  That should be in a fortnight, or perhaps three weeks.  Menotti is to take the command on the southern frontier.  Well, it may prevent jealousies.  I think I shall send Sarano there to reconnoitre; he is well both with Nicotera and Ghirelli, and may keep things straight."

53.¶16	"But there are other affairs besides operations in the field," said Theodora, "and scarcely less critical.  Read this," and she gave him the enclosure, which ran in these words:

53.¶17	"The general will tell thee what has happened.  Have no fear for that.  All will go right.  It will not alter our plans a bunch of grapes.  Be perfectly easy about this country.  No Italian soldier will ever cross the frontier except to combat the French.  Write that on thy heart.  Are other things as well?  Other places?  My advices are bad.  All the prelates are on their knees to him ‑‑ with blessings on their lips and curses in their pockets.  Archbishop of Paris is as bad as any.  Berwick is at Biarritz ‑‑ an inexhaustible intriguer; the only priest I fear.  I hear from one who never misled me that the Polhes brigade has orders to be in readiness.  The Mary-Anne societies are not strong enough for the situation ‑‑ too local; he listens to them, but he has given no pledge.  We must go deeper.  'Tis an affair of 'Madre Natura.'  Thou must see Colonna."

53.¶18	"Colonna is at Rome," said the general, "and cannot be spared.  He is acting president of the National Committee, and has enough upon his hands."

53.¶19	"I must see him," said Theodora.

53.¶20	"I had hoped I had heard the last of the 'Madre Natura,'" said the general with an air of discontent.

53.¶21	"And the Neapolitans hope they have heard the last of the eruptions of their mountain," said Theodora; "but the necessities of things are sterner stuff than the hopes of men."

53.¶22	"Its last effort appalled and outraged Europe," said the general.

53.¶23	"Its last effort forced the French into Italy, and has freed the country from the Alps to the Adriatic," rejoined Theodora.

53.¶24	"If the great man had only been as quiet as we have been," said the general, lighting a cigar, "we might have been in Rome by this time."

53.¶25	"If the great man had been quiet, we should not have had a volunteer in our valley," said Theodora.  "My faith in him is implicit; he has been right in every thing, and has never failed except when he has been betrayed.  I see no hope for Rome except in his convictions and energy.  I do not wish to die, and feel I have devoted my life only to secure the triumph of Savoyards who have sold their own country, and of priests whose impostures have degraded mine."

53.¶26	"Ah! those priests!" exclaimed the general.  "I really do not much care for any thing else.  They say the Savoyard is not a bad comrade, and at any rate he can charge like a soldier.  But those priests?  I fluttered them once!  Why did I spare any?  Why did I not burn down St. Peter's?  I proposed it, but Mirandola, with his history and his love of art and all that old furniture, would reserve it for a temple of the true God and for the glory of Europe!  Fine results we have accomplished!  And now we are here, hardly knowing where we are, and, as it appears, hardly knowing what to do."

53.¶27	"Not so, dear general," said Theodora.  "Where we are is the threshold of Rome, and if we are wise we shall soon cross it.  This arrest of our great friend is a misfortune, but not an irredeemable one.  I thoroughly credit what he says about the Italian troops.  Rest assured he knows what he is talking about; they will never cross the frontier against us.  The danger is from another land.  But there will be no peril if we are prompt and firm.  Clear your mind of all these dark feelings about the 'Madre Natura.'  All that we require is that the most powerful and the most secret association in Europe should ratify what the local societies of France have already intimated.  It will be enough.  Send for Colonna, and leave the rest to me."

CHAPTER 54

54.¶1	The "Madre Natura" is the oldest, the most powerful, and the most occult, of the secret societies of Italy.  Its mythic origin reaches the era of paganism, and it is not impossible that it may have been founded by some of the despoiled professors of the ancient faith.  As time advanced, the brotherhood assumed many outward forms, according to the varying spirit of the age: sometimes they were freemasons, sometimes they were soldiers, sometimes artists, sometimes men of letters.  But whether their external representation were a lodge, a commandery, a studio, or an academy, their inward purpose was ever the same; and that was to cherish the memory, and, if possible, to secure the restoration of the Roman Republic, and to expel from the Aryan settlement of Romulus the creeds and sovereignty of what they styled the Semitic invasion.

54.¶2	The "Madre Natura" have a tradition that one of the most celebrated of the popes was admitted to their fraternity as Cardinal del Medici, and that when he ascended the throne, mainly through their labors, he was called upon to cooperate in the fulfilment of the great idea.  An individual who, in his youth, has been the member of a secret society, and subsequently ascends a throne, may find himself in an embarrassing position.  This, however, according to the tradition, which there is some documentary ground to accredit, was not the perplexing lot of his holiness Pope Leo X.  His tastes and convictions were in entire unison with his early engagements, and it is believed that he took an early and no unwilling opportunity of submitting to the conclave a proposition to consider whether it were not both expedient and practicable to return to the ancient faith, for which their temples had been originally erected.

54.¶3	The chief tenet of the society of "Madre Natura" is denoted by its name.  They could conceive nothing more benignant and more beautiful, more provident and more powerful, more essentially divine, than that system of creative order to which they owed their being, and in which it was their privilege to exist.  But they differed from other schools of philosophy that have held this faith, in this singular particular: they recognize the inability of the Latin race to pursue the worship of Nature in an abstract spirit, and they desired to revive those exquisite personifications of the abounding qualities of the mighty mother which the Aryan genius had bequeathed to the admiration of man.  Parthenope was again to rule at Naples instead of Januarius, and starveling saints and winking madonnas were to restore their usurped altars to the god of the silver bow and the radiant daughter of the foaming wave.

54.¶4	Although the society of "Madre Natura" themselves accepted the allegorical interpretation which the Neo-Platonists had placed upon the pagan creeds during the first ages of Christianity, they could not suppose that the populace could ever comprehend an exposition so refined, not to say so fanciful.  They guarded, therefore, against the corruptions and abuses of the religion of Nature by the entire abolition of the priestly order, and in the principle that every man should be his own priest they believed they had found the necessary security.

54.¶5	As it was evident that the arrest of Garibaldi could not be kept secret, the general thought it most prudent to be himself the herald of its occurrence, which he announced to the troops in a manner as little discouraging as he could devise.  It was difficult to extenuate the consequences of so great a blow, but they were assured that it was not a catastrophe, and would not in the slightest degree affect the execution of the plans previously resolved on.  Two or three days later some increase of confidence was occasioned by the authentic intelligence that Garibaldi had been removed from his stern imprisonment at Alessandria, and conveyed to his island-home, Caprera, though still a prisoner.

54.¶6	About this time, the general said to Lothair:  "My secretary has occasion to go on an expedition.  I shall send a small detachment of cavalry with her, and you will be at its head.  She has requested that her husband should have this office, but that is impossible; I cannot spare my best officer.  It is your first command, and, though I hope it will involve no great difficulty, there is no command that does not require courage and discretion.  The distance is not very great, and so long as you are in the mountains you will probably be safe; but in leaving this range and gaining the southern Apennines, which is your point of arrival, you will have to cross the open country.  I do not hear the Papalini are in force there; I believe they have concentrated themselves at Rome, and about Viterbo.  If you meet any scouts and reconnoitring parties, you will be able to give a good account of them, and probably they will be as little anxious to encounter you as you to meet them.  But we must be prepared for every thing, and you may be threatened by the enemy in force; in that case you will cross the Italian frontier, in the immediate neighborhood of which you will keep during the passage of the open country, and surrender yourselves and your arms to the authorities.  They will not be very severe; but, at whatever cost and whatever may be the odds, Theodora must never be a prisoner to the Papalini.  You will depart to-morrow at dawn."

54.¶7	There is nothing so animating, so invigorating alike to the body and soul, so truly delicious, as travelling among mountains in the early hours of day.  The freshness of Nature falls upon a responsive frame, and the nobility of the scene discards the petty thoughts that pester ordinary life.  So felt Captain Muriel, as with every military precaution he conducted his little troop and his precious charge among the winding passes of the Apennines; at first dim in the matin twilight, then soft with incipient day, then coruscating with golden flashes.  Sometimes they descended from the austere heights into the sylvan intricacies of chestnut-forests, amid the rush of waters and the fragrant stir of ancient trees; and, then again ascending to lofty summits, ranges of interminable hills, gray or green, expanded before them, with ever and anon a glimpse of plains, and sometimes the splendor and the odor of the sea.

54.¶8	Theodora rode a mule, which had been presented to the general by some admirer.  It was an animal of remarkable beauty and intelligence, perfectly aware, apparently, of the importance of its present trust, and proud of its rich accoutrements, its padded saddle of crimson velvet, and its silver bells.  A couple of troopers formed the advanced guard, and the same number at a certain distance furnished the rear.  The body of the detachment, fifteen strong, with the sumpter-mules, generally followed Theodora, by whose side, whenever the way permitted, rode their commander.  Since he left England Lothair had never been so much with Theodora.  What struck him most now, as indeed previously at the camp, was that she never alluded to the past.  For her there would seem to be no Muriel Towers, no Belmont, no England.  You would have supposed that she had been born in the Apennines and had never quitted them.  All her conversation was details, political or military.  Not that her manner was changed to Lothair.  It was not only as kind as before, but it was sometimes unusually and even unnecessary tender, as if she reproached herself for the too frequent and too evident self-engrossment of her thoughts, and wished to intimate to him that, though her brain were absorbed, her heart was still gentle and true.

54.¶9	Two hours after noon they halted in a green nook, near a beautiful cascade that descended in a mist down a sylvan cleft, and poured its pellucid stream, for their delightful use, into a natural basin of marble.  The men picketed their horses, and their corporal, who was a man of the country and their guide, distributed their rations.  All vied with each other in administering to the comfort and convenience of Theodora, and Lothair hovered about her as a bee about a flower, but she was silent, which be wished to impute to fatigue.  But she said she was not at all fatigued, indeed quite fresh.  Before they resumed their journey he could not refrain from observing on the beauty of their resting-place.  She assented with a pleasing nod, and then resuming her accustomed abstraction she said:  "The more I think, the more I am convinced that the battle is not to be fought in this country, but in France."

54.¶10	After one more ascent, and that comparatively a gentle one, it was evident that they were gradually emerging from the mountainous region.  Their course since their halting lay through a spur of the chief chain they had hitherto pursued, and a little after sunset they arrived at a farm-house, which the corporal informed his captain was the intended quarter of Theodora for the night, as the horses could proceed no farther without rest.  At dawn they were to resume their way, and soon to cross the open country, where danger, if any, was to be anticipated.

54.¶11	The farmer was frightened when he was summoned from his house by a party of armed men; but having some good ducats given him in advance, and being assured they were all Christians, he took heart and labored to do what they desired.  Theodora duly found herself in becoming quarters, and a sentry was mounted at her residence.  The troopers, who had been quite content to wrap themselves in their cloaks and pass the night in the air, were pleased to find no despicable accommodation in the out-buildings of the farm, and still more with the proffered vintage of their host.  As for Lothair, he enveloped himself in his mantle and threw himself on a bed of sacks, with a truss of Indian corn for his pillow, and, though he began by musing over Theodora, in a few minutes he was immersed in that profound and dreamless sleep which a life of action and mountain-air combined can alone secure.

CHAPTER 55

55.¶1	The open country extending from the Apennines to the very gates of Rome, and which they had now to cross, was in general a desert; a plain clothed with a coarse vegetation, and undulating with an interminable series of low and uncouth mounds, without any of the grace of form which always attends the disposition of Nature.  Nature had not created them.  They were the offspring of man and time, and of their rival powers of destruction.  Ages of civilization were engulfed in this drear expanse.  They were the tombs of empires and the sepulchres of contending races.  The Campagna proper has at least the grace of aqueducts to break its monotony, and everywhere the cerulean spell of distance; but in this grim solitude antiquity has left only the memory of its violence and crimes, and nothing is beautiful except the sky.

55.¶2	The orders of the general to direct their course as much as possible in the vicinity of the Italian frontier, though it lengthened their journey, somewhat mitigated its dreariness, and an hour after noon, after traversing some flinty fields, they observed in the distance an olive-wood, beneath the pale shade of which, and among whose twisted branches and contorted roots, they had contemplated finding a halting-place.  But here the advanced guard observed already an encampment, and one of them rode back to report the discovery.

55.¶3	A needless alarm; for, after a due reconnoissance, they were ascertained to be friends ‑‑ a band of patriots about to join the general in his encampment among the mountains.  They reported that a division of the Italian army was assembled in force upon the frontier, but that several regiments had already signified to their commanders that they would not fight against Garibaldi or his friends.  They confirmed also the news that the great leader himself was a prisoner at Caprera; that, although, his son Menotti by his command had withdrawn from Nerola, his force was really increased by the junction of Ghirelli and the Roman legion, twelve hundred strong, and that five hundred riflemen would join the general in the course of the week.

55.¶4	A little before sunset they had completed the passage of the open country, and had entered the opposite branch of the Apennines, which they had long observed in the distance.  After wandering among some rocky ground, they entered a defile amid hills covered with ilex, and thence emerging found themselves in a valley of some expanse and considerable cultivation; bright crops, vineyards in which the vine was married to the elm, orchards full of fruit, and groves of olive; in the distance blue hills that were becoming dark in the twilight, and in the centre of the plain, upon a gentle and wooded elevation, a vast file of building, the exact character of which at this hour it was difficult to recognize, for, even as Theodora mentioned to Lothair that they now beheld the object of their journey, the twilight seemed to vanish and the stars glistened in the dark heavens.

55.¶5	Though the building seemed so near, it was yet a considerable time before they reached the wooded hill, and, though its ascent was easy, it was night before they halted in face of a huge gate flanked by high stone walls.  A single light in one of the windows of the vast pile which it enclosed was the only evidence of human habitation.

55.¶6	The corporal sounded a bugle, and immediately the light moved and noises were heard ‑‑ the opening of the hall-doors, and then the sudden flame of torches, and the advent of many feet.  The great gate slowly opened, and a steward and several serving-men appeared.  The steward addressed Theodora and Lothair, and invited them to dismount and enter what now appeared to be a garden with statues and terraces and fountains and rows of cypress, its infinite dilapidation not being recognizable in the deceptive hour; and he informed the escort that their quarters were prepared for them, to which they were at once attended.  Guiding their captain and his charge, they soon approached a double flight of steps, and, ascending, reached the main terrace from which the building immediately rose.  It was, in truth, a castle of the middle ages, on which a Roman prince, at the commencement of the last century, had engrafted the character of one of those vast and ornate villas then the mode, but its original character still asserted itself, and, notwithstanding its Tuscan basement and its Ionic pilasters, its rich pediments and delicate volutes, in the distant landscape it still seemed a fortress in the commanding position which became the residence of a feudal chief.

55.¶7	They entered, through a Palladian vestibule, a hall which they felt must be of huge dimensions, though with the aid of a single torch it was impossible to trace its limits, either of extent or of elevation.  Then bowing before them, and lighting as it were their immediate steps, the steward guided them down a long and lofty corridor, which led to the entrance of several chambers, all vast, with little furniture, but their wells covered with pictures.  At length he opened a door and ushered them into a saloon, which was in itself bright and glowing, but of which the lively air was heightened by its contrast with the preceding scene.  It was lofty, and hung with faded satin in gilded panels still bright.  An ancient chandelier of Venetian crystal hung illumined from the painted ceiling, and on the silver dogs of the marble hearth a fresh block of cedar had just been thrown and blazed with aromatic light.

55.¶8	A lady came forward and embraced Theodora, and then greeted Lothair with cordiality.  "We must dine to-day even later than you do in London," said the Princess of Tivoli, "but we have been expecting you these two hours."  Then she drew Theodora aside, and said, "He is here; but you must be tired, my best beloved.  As some wise man said: 'Business to-morrow.'"

55.¶9	"No, no," said Theodora; "now, now, ‑‑ I am never tired.  The only thing that exhausts me is suspense."

55.¶10	"It shall be so.  At present I will take you away to shake the dust off your armor, and, Serafino, attend to Captain Muriel."

CHAPTER 56

56.¶1	When they assembled again in the saloon there was an addition to their party in the person of a gentleman of distinguished appearance.  His age could hardly have much exceeded that of thirty, but time had agitated his truly Roman countenance, one which we now find only in consular and imperial busts, or in the chance visage of a Roman shepherd or a Neapolitan bandit.  He was a shade above the middle height, with a frame of well-knit symmetry.  His proud head was proudly placed on broad shoulders, and neither time nor indulgence had marred his slender waist.  His dark-brown hair was short and hyacinthine, close to his white forehead, and naturally showing his small ears.  He wore no whiskers, and his mustache was limited to the centre of his upper lip.

56.¶2	When Theodora entered and offered him her hand he pressed it to his lips with gravity and proud homage, and then their hostess said:  "Captain Muriel, let me present you to a prince who will not bear his titles, and whom, therefore, I must call by his name ‑‑ Romolo Colonna."

56.¶3	The large folding-doors, richly painted and gilt, though dim from neglect and time, and sustained by columns of precious marbles, were suddenly opened and revealed another saloon, in which was a round table brightly lighted, and to which the princess invited her friends.

56.¶4	Their conversation at dinner was lively and sustained; the travels of the last two days formed a natural part and were apposite to commence with, but they were soon engrossed in the great subject of their lives; and Colonna, who had left Rome only four-and-twenty hours, gave them interesting details of the critical condition of that capital.  When the repast was concluded the princess rose, and, accompanied by Lothair, reentered the saloon, but Theodora and Colonna lingered behind, and, finally seating themselves at the farthest end of the apartment in which they had dined, became engaged in earnest conversation.

56.¶5	"You have seen a great deal since we first met at Belmont," said the princess to Lothair.

56.¶6	"It seems to me now," said Lothair, "that I knew as much of life then as I did of the stars above us, about whose purposes and fortunes I used to puzzle myself."

56.¶7	"And might have remained in that ignorance.  The great majority of men exist but do not live ‑‑ like Italy in the last century.  The power of the passions, the force of the will, the creative energy of the imagination ‑‑ these make life, and reveal to us a world of which the million are entirely ignorant  You have been fortunate in your youth to have become acquainted with a great woman.  It develops all a man's powers, and gives him a thousand talents."

56.¶8	"I often think," said Lothair, "that I have neither powers nor talents, but am, drifting without an orbit."

56.¶9	"Into infinite space," said the priestess.  "Well, one might do worse than that.  But it is not so.  In the long-run your nature will prevail, and you will fulfil your organic purpose; but you will accomplish your ends with a completeness which can only be secured by the culture and development you are now experiencing."

56.¶10	"And what is my nature?" said Lothair.  "I wish you would tell me."

56.¶11	"Has not the divine Theodora told you?"

56.¶12	"She has told me many things, but not that."

56.¶13	"How, then, could I know," said the princess, "if she has not discovered it?"

56.¶14	"But perhaps she has discovered it," said Lothair.

56.¶15	"Oh! then she would tell you," said the princess, "for she is the soul of truth."

56.¶16	"But she is also the soul of kindness, and she might wish to spare my feelings."

56.¶17	"Well, that is very modest, and I dare say not affected.  For there is no man, however gifted, even however conceited, who has any real confidence in himself until he has acted."

56.¶18	"Well, we shall soon act," said Lothair, "and then I. suppose I shall know my nature."

56.¶19	"In time," said the princess, "and with the continued inspiration of friendship."

56.¶20	"But you too are a great friend of Theodora?"

56.¶21	"Although a woman.  I see you are laughing at female friendships, and, generally speaking, there is foundation for the general sneer.  I will own, for my part, I have every female weakness, and in excess.  I am vain, I am curious, I am jealous, and I am envious; but I adore Theodora.  I reconcile my feelings toward her and my disposition in this way.  It is not friendship ‑‑ it is worship.  And indeed there are moments when I sometimes think she is one of those beautiful divinities that we once worshipped in this land, and who, when they listened to our prayers, at least vouchsafed that our country should not be the terrible wilderness that you crossed this day."

56.¶22	In the mean time Colonna, with folded arms and eyes fixed on the ground, was listening to Theodora.

56.¶23	"Thus you see," she continued, "it comes to this ‑‑ Rome can only be freed by the Romans.  He looks upon the secret societies of his own country as he does upon universal suffrage ‑‑ a wild beast, and dangerous, but which may be watched and tamed and managed by the police.  He listens, but he plays with them.  He temporizes.  At the bottom of his heart, his Italian blood despises the Gauls.  It must be something deeper and more touching than this.  Rome must appeal to him, and in the ineffable name."

56.¶24	"It has been uttered before," said Colonna, looking up at his companion, "and ‑‑ "  And he hesitated.

56.¶25	"And in vain you would say," said Theodora.  "Not so.  There was a martyrdom, but the blood of Felice baptized the new birth of Italian life.  But I am not thinking of bloodshed.  Had it not been for the double intrigues of the Savoyards it need not then have been shed.  We bear him no ill-will ‑‑ at least not now ‑‑ and we can make great offers.  Make them.  The revolution in Gaul is ever a mimicry of Italian thought and life.  Their great affair of the last century, which they have so marred and muddied, would never have occurred had it not been for Tuscan reform; 1848 was the echo of our societies; and the Seine will never be disturbed if the Tiber flows unruffled.  Let him consent to Roman freedom, and 'Madre Natura' will guarantee him against Lutetian barricades."

56.¶26	"It is only the offer of Mary-Anne in another form," said Colonna.

56.¶27	"Guarantee the dynasty," said Theodora.  "There is the point.  He can trust us.  Emperors and kings break treaties without remorse, but he knows that what is registered by the most ancient power in the world is sacred."

56.¶28	"'Can republicans guarantee dynasties?" said Colonna, shaking his head.

56.¶29	"Why, what is a dynasty, when we are dealing with eternal things?  The casualties of life compared with infinite space?  Rome is eternal.  Centuries of the most degrading and foreign priestcraft ‑‑ enervating rites brought in by Hellogabalus and the Syrian emperors ‑‑ have failed to destroy her.  Dynasties!  Why, even in our dark servitude we have seen Merovingian and Carlovingian kings, and Capets, and Valois, and Bourbons, and now Bonapartes.  They have disappeared, and will disappear like Orgetorix and the dynasties of the time of Cæsar.  What we want is Rome free.  Do not you see that everything has been preparing for that event?  This monstrous masquerade of United Italy ‑‑ what is it but an initiatory ceremony, to prove that Italy without Rome is a series of provinces?  Establish the Roman republic, and the Roman race will, as before, conquer them in detail.  And, when the Italians are thus really united, what will become of the Gauls?  Why, the first Bonaparte said that if Italy were really united the Gauls would have no chance.  And he was a good judge of such things."

56.¶30	"What would you have me do, then?" said Colonna.

56.¶31	"See him ‑‑ see him at once.  Say every thing that I have said, and say it better.  His disposition is with us.  Convenience, all political propriety, counsel and would justify his abstinence.  A return to Rome would seem weak, fitful, capricious, and would prove that his previous retirement was ill-considered and ill-informed.  It would disturb and alarm Europe.  But you have, nevertheless, to fight against great odds.  It is 'Madre Natura' against St. Peter's.  Never was the abomination of the world so active as at present.  It is in the very throes of its fell despair.  To save itself it would poison in the Eucharist."

56.¶32	"And if I fail?" said Colonna.

56.¶33	"You will not fail.  On the whole, his interest lies on our side."

56.¶34	"The sacerdotal influences are very strong there.  When the calculation of interest is fine, a word, a glance, sometimes a sigh, a tear, may have a fatal effect."

56.¶35	"All depends upon him," said Theodora.  "If he were to disappear from the stage, interference would be impossible."

56.¶36	"But he is on the stage, and apparently will remain."

56.¶37	"A single life should not stand between Rome and freedom."

56.¶38	"What do you mean?"

56.¶39	"I mean that Romolo Colonna should go to Paris and free his country."

CHAPTER 57

57.¶1	When Captain Muriel and his detachment returned to the camp, they found that the force had been not inconsiderably increased in their absence, while the tidings of the disposition of the Italian army brought by the recruits and the deserters from the royal standard, cherished the hopes of the troops, and stimulated their desire for action.  Theodora had been far more communicative during their journey back than in that of her departure.  She was less absorbed, and had resumed that serene yet even sympathizing character which was one of her charms.  Without going into detail, she mentioned more than once to Lothair how relieved she felt by Colonna accepting the mission to Paris.  He was a person of so much influence, she said, and of such great judgment and resource.  She augured the most satisfactory results from his presence on the main scene of action.

57.¶2	Time passed rapidly at the camp.  When a life of constant activity is combined with routine, the hours fly.  Neither letter nor telegram arrived from Colonna, and neither was expected; and yet.  Theodora heard from him, and even favorably.  One day, as she was going the rounds with her husband, a young soldier, a new recruit, approached her, and, pressing to his lips a branch of the olive-tree, presented it to her.  On another occasion when she returned to her tent, she found a bunch of fruit from the same tree, though not quite ripe, which showed that the cause of peace had not only progressed but had almost matured.  All these communications sustained her sanguine disposition, and, full of happy confidence, she labored with unceasing and inspiring energy, so that when the looked-for signal came they might be prepared to obey it; and rapidly gather the rich fruition of their glorious hopes.

57.¶3	While she was in this mood of mind, a scout arrived from Nerola, bringing news that a brigade of the French army had positively embarked at Marseilles, and might be hourly expected at Civita Vecchia.  The news was absolute.  The Italian consul at Marseilles had telegraphed to his government both when the first regiment was on board and when the last had embarked.  Copies of these telegrams had been forwarded instantly by a secret friend to the volunteers on the southern frontier.

57.¶4	When Theodora heard this news she said nothing, but, turning pale, she quitted the group round the general and hastened to her own tent.  She told her attendant, the daughter of the custom-house officer at Narni, and a true child of the mountains, that no one must approach her, not even Colonel Campian, and the girl sat without the tent at its entrance, dressed in her many-colored garments, with fiery eyes and square white teeth, and her dark hair braided with gold coins and covered with a long white kerchief of perfect cleanliness; and she had a poniard at her side and a revolver in her hand, and she would have used both weapons sooner than that her mistress should be disobeyed.

57.¶5	Alone in her tent, Theodora fell upon her knees, and, lifting up her hands to heaven and bowing her head to the earth, she said:  "O God! whom I have ever worshipped, God of justice and of truth, receive the agony of my soul!"

57.¶6	And on the earth she remained for hours in despair.

57.¶7	Night came, and it brought no solace, and the day returned, but to her it brought no light.  Theodora was no longer seen.  The soul of the camp seemed extinct.  The mien of majesty that ennobled all; the winning smile that rewarded the rifleman at his practice and the sapper at his toil; the inciting word that reanimated the recruit and recalled to the veteran the glories of Sicilian struggles ‑‑ all vanished ‑‑ all seemed spiritless and dull, and the armorer clinked his forge as if he were the heartless hireling of a king.

57.¶8	In this state of moral discomfiture there was one person who did not lose his head, and this was the general.  Calm, collected, and critical, he surveyed the situation and indicated the possible contingencies.  "Our best, if not our only, chance," he said to Colonel Campian, "is this ‑‑ that the Italian army now gathered in force upon the frontier should march to Rome and arrive there before the French.  Whatever then happens, we shall at least get rid of the great imposture, but in all probability the French and Italians will fight.  In that case I shall join the Savoyards, and in the confusion we may do some business yet."

57.¶9	"This embarkation," said the colonel, "explains the gathering of the Italians on the frontier.  They must have foreseen this event at Florence.  They never can submit to another French occupation.  It would upset their throne.  The question is, who will be at Rome first."

57.¶10	"Just so," said the general; "and as it is an affair upon which all depends, and is entirely beyond my control, I think I shall now take a nap."  So saying, he turned into his tent, and, in five minutes, this brave and exact man, but in whom the muscular development far exceeded the nervous, was slumbering without a dream.

57.¶11	Civita Vecchia was so near at hand, and the scouts of the general were so numerous and able, that he soon learned the French had not yet arrived, and another day elapsed and still no news of the French.  But, on the afternoon of the following day, the startling but authentic information arrived, that, after the French army having embarked and remained two days in port, the original orders had been countermanded, and the troops had absolutely disembarked.

57.¶12	There was a cheer in the camp when the news was known, and Theodora started from her desolation, surprised that there could be in such a scene a sound of triumph.  Then there was another cheer, and though she did not move, but remained listening and leaning on her arm, the light returned to her eyes.  The cheer was repeated, and there were steps about her tent.  She caught the voice of Lothair speaking to her attendant, and adjuring her to tell her mistress immediately that there was good news, and that the French troops had disembarked.  Then he heard her husband calling Theodora.

57.¶13	The camp became a scene of excitement and festivity which, in general, only succeeds some signal triumph.  The troops lived always in the air, except in the hours of night, when the atmosphere of the mountains in the late autumn is dangerous.  At present they formed groups and parties in the vicinity of the tents; there was their gay canteen and there their humorous kitchen.  The man of the Gulf with his rich Venetian banter and the Sicilian with his scaramouch tricks got on very well with the gentle and polished Tuscan, and could amuse without offending the high Roman soul; but there were some quips and cranks and sometimes some antics which were not always relished by the simpler men from the islands, and the offended eye of a Corsican sometimes seemed to threaten "vendetta."

57.¶14	About sunset, Colonel Campian led forth Theodora.  She was in female attire, and her long hair, restrained only by a fillet, reached nearly to the ground.  Her Olympian brow seemed distended; a phosphoric light glittered in her Hellenic eyes; a deep pink spot burnt upon each of those cheeks usually so immaculately fair.

57.¶15	The general and the chief officers gathered round her with their congratulations, but she would visit all the quarters.  She spoke to the men in all the dialects of that land of many languages.  The men of the Gulf, in general of gigantic stature, dropped their merry Venetian stories and fell down on their knees and kissed the hem of her garment; the Scaramouch forgot his tricks, and wept as he would to the Madonna; Tuscany and Rome made speeches worthy of the Arno and the Forum; and the Corsicans and the islanders unsheathed their poniards and brandished them in the air, which is their mode of denoting affectionate devotion.  As the night advanced, the crescent moon glittering above the Apennine, Theodora, attended by the whole staff, having visited all the troops, stopped at the chief fire of the camp, and in a voice which might have maddened nations sang the hymn of Roman liberty, the whole army ranged in ranks along the valley joining in the solemn and triumphant chorus.

CHAPTER 58

58.¶1	This exaltation of feeling in the camp did not evaporate.  All felt that they were on the eve of some great event, and that the hour was at hand.  And it was in this state of enthusiasm that couriers arrived with the intelligence that Garibaldi had escaped from Caprera, that he had reached Nerola in safety, and was in command of the assembled forces; and that the general was, without loss of time, to strike his camp, join the main body at a given place, and then march to Rome.

58.¶2	The breaking-up of the camp was as the breaking-up of a long frost and the first scent of spring.  There was a brightness in every man's face and a gay elasticity in all their movements.  But when the order of the day informed them that they must prepare for instant combat, and that in eight-and-forty hours they would probably be in face of the enemy, the hearts of the young recruits fluttered with strange excitement, and the veterans nodded to each other with grim delight.

58.¶3	It was nearly midnight when the troops quitted the valley, through a defile, in an opposite direction to the pass by which they had entered it.  It was a bright night.  Colonel Campian had the command of the division in advance, which was five hundred strong.  After the defile, the country, though hilly, was comparatively open, and here the advanced guard was to halt until the artillery and cavalry had effected the passage, and this was the most laborious and difficult portion of the march, but all was well considered, and all went right.  The artillery and cavalry, by sunrise, had joined the advanced guard, who were bivouacking in the rocky plain, and about noon the main columns of the infantry began to deploy from the heights, and, in a short time, the whole force was in the field.  Soon after this some of the skirmishers, who had been sent forward, returned, and reported the enemy in force, and in a strong position, commanding the intended route of the invading force.  On this the general resolved to halt for a few hours, and rest and refresh the troops, and to recommence their march after sunset, so that, without effort, they might be in the presence of the enemy by dawn.

58.¶4	Lothair had been separated from Theodora during this, to him, novel and exciting scene.  She had accompanied her husband, but, when the whole force advanced in battle array, the general had desired that she should accompany the staff.  They advanced through the night, and by dawn they were fairly in the open country.  In the distance, and in the middle of the rough and undulating plain, was a round hill with an ancient city, for it was a bishop's see, built all about and over it.  It would have looked like a gigantic beehive, had it not been for a long convent on the summit, flanked by some stone-pines, as we see in the pictures of Gaspar and Claude.

58.¶5	Between this city and the invading force, though not in a direct line, was posted the enemy in a strong position; their right wing protected by one of the mounds common in the plain, and their left backed by an olive-wood of considerable extent, and which grew on the last rocky spur of the mountains.  They were, therefore, as regards the plain, on commanding ground.  The strength of the two forces was not unequal, and the papal troops were not to be despised, consisting, among others, of a detachment of the legion of Antibes and the Zouaves.  They had artillery, which was well posted.

58.¶6	The general surveyed the scene, for which he was not unprepared.  Disposing his troops in positions in which they were as much protected as possible from the enemy's fire,  he opened upon them a fierce and continuous cannonade, while he ordered Colonel Campian and eight hundred men to fall back among the hills, and, following a circuitous path which had been revealed by a shepherd, gain the spur of the mountains, and attack the enemy in their rear through the olive-wood.  It was calculated that this movement, if successful, would require about three hours, and the general, for that period of the time, had to occupy the enemy and his own troops with what were, in realty, feint attacks.

58.¶7	When the calculated time had elapsed, the general became anxious, and his glass was never from his eye.  He was posted on a convenient ridge, and the wind, which was high this day from the sea, frequently cleared the field from the volumes of smoke; so his opportunities of observation were good.  But the three hours passed, and there was no sign of the approach of Campian, and he ordered Sarano, with his division, to advance toward the mound and occupy the attention of the right wing of the enemy; but, very shortly after Lothair had carried this order, and four hours having elapsed, the general observed some confusion in the left wing of the enemy, and, instantly countermanding the order, commanded a general attack in line.  The troops charged with enthusiasm, but they were encountered with a resolution as determined.  At first they carried the mound, broke the enemy's centre, and were mixed up with their great guns; but the enemy fiercely rallied, and the invaders were repulsed.  The papal troops retained their position, and their opponents were in disorder on the plain, and a little dismayed.  It was at this moment that Theodora rushed forward, and, waving a sword in one hand, and in the other the standard of the republic, exclaimed, "Brothers, to Rome!"

58.¶8	This sight inflamed their faltering hearts, which, after all, were rather confounded than dismayed.  They formed and rallied round her, and charged with renewed energy at the very moment that Campian had brought the force of his division on the enemy's rear.  A panic came over the papal troops, thus doubly assailed, and their rout was complete.  They retreated in the utmost disorder to Viterbo, which they abandoned that night, and hurried to Rome.

58.¶9	At the last moment, when the victory was no longer doubtful, and all were in full retreat or in full pursuit, a Zouave, in wantonness, firing his weapon before he throw it away, sent a random-shot which struck Theodora, and she fell.  Lothair, who had never left her during the battle, was at her side in a moment, and a soldier, who had also marked the fatal shot; and, strange to say, so hot and keen was the pursuit, that, though a moment before they seemed to be in the very thick of the strife, they almost instantaneously found themselves alone, or rather with no companions than the wounded near them.  She looked at Lothair, but, at first, could not speak.  She seemed stunned, but soon murmured:  "Go! go! you are wanted!"

58.¶10	At this moment the general rode up with some of his staff.  His countenance was elate, and his eye sparkled with fire.  But, catching the figure of Lothair kneeling on the field, he reined in his charger and said, "What is this?"  Then looking more closely, he instantly dismounted, and muttering to himself, "This mars the victory," he was at Theodora's side.

58.¶11	A slight smile came over her when she recognized the general, and she faintly pressed his hand, and then said again: "Go, go; you are all wanted."

58.¶12	"None of up are wanted.  The day is won; we must think of you."

58.¶13	"Is it won?" she murmured.

58.¶14	"Complete."

58.¶15	"I die content."

58.¶16	"Who talks of death?" said the general.  "This is a wound, but I have had some worse.  What we must think of now are remedies.  I passed an ambulance this moment.  Run for, it," he said to his aide-de-camp.  "We must stanch the wound at once; but it is only a mile to the city, and! then we shall find every thing, for we were expected.  I will ride on, and there shall be proper attendance ready before you arrive.  You will conduct our friend to the city," he said to Lothair, "and be of good courage, as I am."

CHAPTER 59

59.¶1	The troops were rushing through the gates of the city when the general rode up.  There was a struggling and stifling crowd; cheers and shrieks.  It was that moment of wild fruition, when the master is neither recognized nor obeyed.  It is not easy to take a bone out of a dog's mouth; nevertheless, the presence of the general in time prevailed, something like order was established, and, before the ambulance could arrive, a guard had been appointed to receive it, and the ascent to the monastery, where a quarter was prepared, kept clear.

59.¶2	During the progress to the city Theodora never spoke, but she seemed stunned rather than suffering; and once, when Lothair, who was walking by her side, caught her glance with his sorrowful and anxious face, she put forth her head, and pressed his.

59.¶3	The ascent to the convent was easy, and the advantages of air and comparative tranquillity which the place offered counterbalanced the risk of postponing, for a very brief space, the examination of the wound.

59.¶4	They laid her on their arrival on a large bed, without poles or canopy, in a lofty whitewashed room of considerable dimensions, clean and airy, with high, open windows.  There was no furniture in the room except a chair, a table, and a crucifix.  Lothair took her in his arms and laid her on the bed; and the common soldier who had hitherto assisted him, a giant in stature, with a beard a foot long, stood by the bedside crying like a child.  The chief surgeon almost at the same moment arrived with an aide-de-camp of the general, and her faithful female attendant, and in a few minutes her husband, himself wounded and covered with dust.

59.¶5	The surgeon at once requested that all should withdraw except her devoted maid, and they waited his report without, in that deep sad silence which will not despair, and yet dares not hope.

59.¶6	When the wound had been examined and probed and dressed, Theodora in a faint voice said, "Is it desperate?"

59.¶7	"Not desperate," said the surgeon, "but serious.  All depends upon your perfect tranquility ‑‑ of mind as well as body."

59.¶8	"Well I am here and cannot move; and as for my mind, I am not only serene, but happy."

59.¶9	"Then we shall get through this," said the surgeon, encouragingly.

59.¶10	"I do not like you to stay with me," said Theodora.  "There are other sufferers besides myself."

59.¶11	"My orders are not to quit you," said the surgeon, "but I can be of great use within these walls.  I shall return when the restorative has had its effect.  But remember, if I be wanted, I am always here."

59.¶12	Soon after this Theodora fell into a gentle slumber, and after two hours woke refreshed.  The countenance of the surgeon when he again visited her was less troubled; it was hopeful.

59.¶13	The day was now beginning to decline; notwithstanding the scenes of tumult and violence near at hand, all was here silent; and the breeze, which had been strong during the whole day, but which blew from the sea, and was very soft, played gratefully upon the pale countenance of the sufferer.  Suddenly she said, "What is that?"

59.¶14	And they answered and said, "We heard nothing."

59.¶15	"I hear the sound of great guns," said Theodora.

59.¶16	And they listened, and in a moment both the surgeon and the maid heard the sound of distant ordnance.

59.¶17	"The liberator is at hand," said the maid.

59.¶18	"I dare say," said the surgeon.

59.¶19	"No," said Theodora, looking distressed.  "The sounds do not come from his direction.  Go and see, Dolores; ask, and tell me what are these sounds."

59.¶20	The surgeon was sitting by her side, and occasionally touching her pulse, or wiping the slight foam from her brow, when Dolores returned and said, "Lady, the sounds are the great guns of Civita Vecchia."

59.¶21	A deadly change come over the countenance of Theodora, and the surgeon looked alarmed.  He would have given her some restorative, but she refused it.  "No, kind friend," she said; "it is finished.  I have just received a wound more fatal than the shot in the field this morning.  The French are at Rome.  Tell me, kind friend, how long do you think I may live?"

59.¶22	The surgeon felt her pulse; his look was gloomy.  "In such a case as yours," he said, "the patient is the best judge."

59.¶23	"I understand," she said.  "Send, then, at once for my husband."

59.¶24	He was at hand, for his wound had been dressed in the convent, and he came to Theodora with his arm in a sling, but with the attempt of a cheerful visage.

59.¶25	In the mean time, Lothair, after having heard the first, and by no means hopeless, bulletin of the surgeon, had been obliged to leave the convent to look after his men, and having seen theme in quarters and made his report to the general, he obtained permission to return to the convent and ascertain the condition of Theodora.  Arrived there, he heard that she had had refreshing slumber, and that her husband was now with her, and a ray of hope lighted up the darkness of his soul.  He was walking up and down the refectory of the convent with that sickening restlessness which attends impending and yet uncertain sorrow, when Colonel Campian entered the apartment and beckoned to him.

59.¶26	There was an expression in his face which appalled Lothair, and he was about to inquire after Theodora, when his tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth, and he could not speak.  The Colonel shook his head, and said in a low, hollow voice, "She wishes to see you, and alone.  Come."

59.¶27	Theodora was sitting in the bed, propped up by cushions, when Lothair entered, and, as her wound was internal, there was no evidence of her sufferings.  The distressful expression of her face, when she heard the great guns of Civita Vecchia, had passed away.  It was serious, but it was serene.  She bade her maid leave the chamber, and then she said to Lothair, "It is the last time I shall speak to you, and I wish that we should be alone.  There is something much on my mind at this moment, and you can relieve it."

59.¶28	"Adored being," murmured Lothair with streaming eyes, "there is no wish of yours that I will not fulfil."

59.¶29	"I know your life, for you have told it me, and you are true.  I know your nature; it is gentle and brave, but perhaps too susceptible.  I wished it to be susceptible only of the great and good.  Mark me ‑‑ I have a vague but strong conviction that there will be another and a more powerful attempt to gain you to the Church of Rome.  If I have ever been to you, as you have sometimes said, an object of kind thoughts ‑‑ if not a fortunate, at least a faithful friend ‑‑ promise me now, at this hour of trial, with all the solemnity that becomes the moment, that you will never enter that communion."

59.¶30	Lothair would have spoken, but his voice was choked, and he could only press her hand and bow his head.

59.¶31	"But promise me," said Theodora.

59.¶32	"I promise," said Lothair.

59.¶33	"And now," she said, "embrace me, for I wish that your spirit should be upon me as mine departs."

CHAPTER 60

60.¶1	It was a November day in Rome, and the sky was as gloomy as the heaven of London.  The wind moaned through the silent streets, deserted except by soldiers.  The shops were shut, not a civilian or a priest could be seen.  The Corso was occupied by the Swiss Guard and Zouaves, with artillery ready to sweep it at a moment's notice.  Six of the city gates were shut and barricaded with barrels full of earth.  Troops and artillery were also posted in several of the principal piazzas, and on some commanding heights, and St. Peter's itself was garrisoned.

60.¶2	And yet these were the arrangements rather of panic than precaution.  The utmost dismay pervaded the council-chamber of the Vatican.  Since the news had arrived of the disembarkation of the French troops at Marseilles, all hope of interference had expired.  It was clear that Berwick had been ultimately foiled, and his daring spirit and teeming device were the last hope, as they were the ablest representation, of Roman audacity and stratagem.  The Revolutionary Committee, whose abiding-place or agents never could be traced or discovered, had posted every part of the city, during the night, with their manifesto, announcing that the hour had arrived; an attempt, partially successful, had been made to blow up the barracks of the Zouaves; and the cardinal secretary was in possession of information that an insurrection was immediate, and that the city won fired in four different quarters.

60.¶3	The pope had escaped from the Vatican to the Castle of St. Angelo, where he was secure, and where his courage could be sustained by the presence of the Noble Guard, with their swords always drawn.  The six-score of monsignori, who in their different offices form what is styled the court of Rome, had either accompanied his holiness, or prudently secreted themselves in the strongest palaces and convents at their command.  Later in the day news arrived of the escape of Garibaldi from Caprera; he was said to be marching on the city, and only five-and-twenty miles distant.  There appeared another proclamation from the Revolutionary Committee, mysteriously posted under the very noses of the guards and police, postponing the insurrection till the arrival of the liberator.

60.¶4	The papal cause seemed hopeless.  There was a general feeling throughout the city and all classes, that this time it was to be an affair of Alaric or Genseric, or the Constable of Bourbon; no negotiations, no compromises, no conventions, but slaughter, havoc, a great judicial devastation, that was to extirpate all signs and memories of Mediæval and Semitic Rome, and restore and renovate the inheritance of the true offspring of the she-wolf.  The very aspect of the place itself was sinister.  Whether it were the dulness of the dark sky, or the frown of Madre Natura herself, but the old Seven Hills seemed to look askance.  The haughty capitol, impatient of its chapels, sighed once more for triumphs; and the proud Palatine, remembering the Cæsars, glanced with imperial contempt on the palaces of the papal princelings that, in the course of ignominious ages, had been constructed out of the exhaustless womb of its still sovereign ruin.  The Jews in their quarter spoke nothing, but exchanged a curious glance, as if to say, "Has it come at last?  And will they indeed serve her as they served Sion?"

60.¶5	This dreadful day at last passed, followed by as dreadful a night, and then another day equally gloomy, equally silent, equally panic-stricken.  Even insurrection would have been a relief amid the horrible and wearing suspense.  On the third day the government made some wild arrests of the wrong persons, and then came out a fresh proclamation from the Revolutionary Committee, directing the Romans to make no move until the advanced guard of Garibaldi had appeared upon Monte Mario.  About this time the routed troops of the pope arrived in confusion from Viterbo, and of course extenuated their discomfiture by exaggerating the strength of their opponents.  According to them, they had encountered not less than ten thousand men, who now; having joined the still greater force of Garibaldi, were in full march on the city.

60.¶6	The members of the papal party who showed the greatest spirit and the highest courage at this trying conjuncture were the Roman ladies and their foreign friends.  They scraped lint for the troops as incessantly as they offered prayers to the Virgin.  Some of them were trained nurses, and they were training others to tend the sick and wounded.  They organized a hospital service, and when the wounded arrived from Viterbo, notwithstanding the rumors of incendiarism and massacre, they came forth from their homes, and proceeded in companies, with no male attendants but armed men, to the discharge of their self-appointed public duties.  There: were many foreigners in the papal ranks, and the sympathies and services of the female visitors to Rome were engaged for their countrymen.  Princesses of France and Flanders might be seen by the tressel-beds of many a suffering soldier of Dauphiné and Brabant; but there were numerous subjects of Queen Victoria in the papal ranks ‑‑ some Englishmen, several Scotchmen, and many Irish.  For them the English ladies had organized a special service.  Lady St. Jerome, with unflagging zeal, presided over this department; and the superior of the sisterhood of mercy, that shrank from no toil and feared no danger in the fulfilment of those sacred duties of pious patriots, was Miss Arundel.

60.¶7	She was leaning over the bed of one who had been cut down in the olive-wood by a sabre of Campian's force, when a peal of artillery was heard.  She thought that her hour had arrived, and the assault had commenced.

60.¶8	"Most holy Mary!" she exclaimed, "sustain me."

60.¶9	There was another peal, and it was repeated, and again and again at regular intervals.

60.¶10	"That is not a battle, it is a salute," murmured the wounded soldier.

60.¶11	And he was right; it was the voice of the great guns telling that the French had arrived.

60.¶12	The consternation of the Revolutionary Committee, no longer sustained by Colonna, absent in France, was complete.  Had the advanced guard of Garibaldi been in sight, it might still have been the wisest course to rise; but Monte Mario was not yet peopled by them, and an insurrection against the papal troops, reanimated by the reported arrival of the French, and increased in numbers by the fugitives from Viterbo, would have been certainly a rash and probably a hopeless effort.  And so, in the midst of confused and hesitating councils, the first division of the French force arrived at the gates of Rome, and marched into the gloomy and silent city.

60.¶13	Since the interference of St. Peter and St. Paul against Alaric, the papacy had never experienced a more miraculous interposition in its favor.  Shortly after this the wind changed, and the sky became serene; a sunbeam played on the flashing cross of St. Peter's; the Pope left the Castle of Angelo, and returned to the Quirinal; the Noble Guard sheathed their puissant blades; the six-score of monsignori reappeared in all their busy haunts and stately offices; and the court of Rome, no longer despairing of the republic, and with a spirit worthy of the Senate after Cannæ, ordered the whole of its forces into the field to combat its invaders, with the prudent addition, in order to insure a triumph, of a brigade of French infantry armed with chassepots.

60.¶14	Garibaldi, who was really at hand, hearing of these events, fell back on Monte Rotondo, about fifteen miles from the city, and took up a strong position.  He was soon attacked by his opponents, and defeated with considerable slaughter, and forced to fly.  The papal troops returned to Rome in triumph, but with many wounded.  The Roman ladies and their friends resumed their noble duties with enthusiasm.  The ambulances were apportioned to the different hospitals, and the services of all were required.  Our own countrymen had suffered severely, but the skill and energy and gentle care of Clare Arundel and her companions only increased with the greater calls upon their beautiful and sublime virtue.

60.¶15	A woman came to Miss Arundel and told her that, in one of the ambulances, was a young man whom they could not make out.  He was severely wounded, and had now swooned; but they had reason to believe he was an Englishman.  Would she see him and speak to him?  And she went.

60.¶16	The person who had summoned her was a woman of much beauty, not an uncommon quality in Rome, and of some majesty of mien, as little rare, in that city.  She was said, at the time when some inquiry was made, to be Maria Serafina de Angelis, the wife of a tailor in the Ripetta.

60.¶17	The ambulance was in the court-yard of the hospital of the Santissima Trinita di Pellegrini.  The woman pointed to it, and then went away.  There was only one person in the ambulance; the rest had been taken to the hospital, but he had been left because he was in a swoon, and they were trying to restore him.  Those around the ambulance made room for Miss Arundel as she approached, and she beheld a young man, covered with the stains of battle, and severely wounded; but his countenance was uninjured though insensible.  His eyes were closed, and his auburn hair fell in clusters on his white forehead.  The sister of mercy touched the pulse to ascertain whether there yet was life, but, in the very act, her own frame became agitated, and the color left her cheek as she recognized ‑‑ Lothair.'

CHAPTER 61

61.¶1	When Lothair in some degree regained consciousness, he found himself in bed.  The chamber was lofty and dim, and had once been splendid.  Thoughtfulness had invested it with an air of comfort rare under Italian roofs.  The fagots sparkled on the hearth, the light from the windows was veiled with hangings, and the draughts from the tall doors guarded against by screens.  And by his bedside there were beautiful flowers, and a crucifix, and a silver bell.

61.¶2	Where was he?  He looked up at the velvet canopy above, and then at the pictures that covered the walls, but there was no familiar aspect.  He remembered nothing since he was shot down in the field of Mentana, and even that incoherently.

61.¶3	And there had been another battle before that, followed by a catastrophe still more dreadful.  When had all this happened, and where?  He tried to move his bandaged form, but he had no strength, and his mind seemed weaker than his frame.  But he was soon sensible that he was not alone.  A veiled figure gently lifted him, and another one refreshed his pillows.  He spoke, or tried to speak, but one of them pressed her finger to her shrouded lips, and he willingly relapsed into the silence which he had hardly strength enough to break.

61.¶4	And sometimes these veiled and gliding ministers brought him sustenance and sometimes remedies, and he complied with all their suggestions, but with absolute listlessness; and sometimes a coarser hand interposed, and sometimes he caught a countenance that was not concealed, but was ever strange.  He had a vague impression that they examined and dressed his wounds, and arranged his bandages; but whether he really had wounds, and whether he were or were not bandaged, he hardly knew, and did not care to know.  He was not capable of thought, and memory was an effort under which he always broke down.  Day after day he remained silent and almost motionless alike in mind and body.  He had a vague feeling that, after some great sorrows, and some great trials, he was in stillness and in safety; and he had an indefinite mysterious sentiment of gratitude to some unknown power, that had cherished him in his dark calamities, and poured balm and oil into his wounds.

61.¶5	It was in this mood of apathy that, one evening, there broke upon his ear low but beautiful voices performing the evening service of the Church.  His eye glistened, his heart was touched by the vesper spell.  He listened with rapt attention to the sweet and sacred strains, and when they died away he felt depressed.  Would they ever sound again?

61.¶6	Sooner than he could have hoped, for, when he woke in the morning from his slumbers, which, strange to say, were always disturbed, for the mind and the memory seemed to work at night though in fearful and exhausting chaos, the same divine melodies that had soothed him in the eve, now sounded in the glad and grateful worship of matin praise.

61.¶7	"I have heard the voice of angels," he murmured to his veiled attendant.

61.¶8	The vesper and the matin hours became at once the epochs of his day.  He was ever thinking of them, and soon was thinking of the feelings which their beautiful services celebrate and express.  His mind seemed no longer altogether a blank, and the religious sentiment was the first that returned to his exhausted heart.

61.¶9	"There will be a requiem to-day," whispered one of his veiled attendants.

61.¶10	A requiem! a service for the dead; a prayer for their peace and rest!  And who was dead?  The bright, the matchless one, the spell and fascination of his life!  Was it possible?  Could she be dead, who seemed vitality in its consummate form?  Was there ever such a being as Theodora?  And if there were no Theodora on earth, why should one think of any thing but heaven?

61.¶11	The sounds came floating down the chamber till they seemed to cluster round his brain; sometimes solemn, sometimes thrilling, sometimes the divine pathos melting the human heart with celestial sympathy and heavenly solace.  The tears fell fast from his agitated vision, and he sank back exhausted, almost insensible, on his pillow.

61.¶12	"The Church has a heart for all our joys and all our sorrows, and for all our hopes, and all our fears," whispered a veiled attendant, as she bathed his temples with fragrant waters.

61.¶13	Though the condition of Lothair had at first seemed desperate, his youthful and vigorous frame had enabled him to rally, and, with time and the infinite solicitude which he received, his case was not without hope.  But, though his physical cure was somewhat advanced, the prostration of his mind seemed susceptible of no relief.  The services of the Church accorded with his depressed condition; they were the only events of his life, and he cherished them.  His attendants now permitted and even encouraged him to speak; but he seemed entirely incurious and indifferent.  Sometimes they read to him, and he listened, but he never made remarks.  The works which they selected had a religious or ecclesiastical bias, even while they were imaginative; and it seemed difficult not to be interested by the ingenious fancy by which it was worked out, that every thing that was true and sacred in heaven had its symbol and significance in the qualities and accidents of earth.

61.¶14	After a month passed in this manner, the surgeons having announced that Lothair might now prepare to rise from his bed, a veiled attendant said to him one day, "There is a gentleman here who is a friend of yours, and who would like to see you.  And perhaps you would like to see him also for other reasons, for you must have much to say to God after all that you have suffered.  And he is a most holy man."

61.¶15	"I have no wish to see any one.  Are you sure he is not a stranger?" asked Lothair.

61.¶16	"He is in the next room," said the attendant.  "He has been here throughout your illness, conducting our services; often by your bedside when you were asleep, and always praying for you."

61.¶17	The veiled attendant drew back and waved her hand, and some one glided forward, and said in a low, soft voice, "You have not forgotten me?"

61.¶18	And Lothair beheld Monsignore Catesby.

61.¶19	"It is a long time since we met," said Lothair, looking at him with some scrutiny, and then all interest died away, and he turned away his vague and wandering eyes.

61.¶20	"But you know me?"

61.¶21	"I know not where I am, and I but faintly comprehend what has happened," murmured Lothair.

61.¶22	"You are among friends," said the monsignore, in tones of sympathy.  "What has happened," he added, with an air of mystery, not unmixed with a certain expression of ecstasy in his glance, "must be reserved for other times, when you are stronger, and can grapple with such high themes."

61.¶23	"How long have I been here?" inquired Lothair, dreamily.

61.¶24	"It is a month since the Annunciation."

61.¶25	"What Annunciation?"

61.¶26	"Hush!" said the monsignore, and he raised his finger to his lip.  "We must not talk of these things ‑‑ at least at present.  No doubt, the game blessed person that saved you from the jaws of death is at this moment guarding over your recovery and guiding it; but we do not deserve, nor does the Church expect, perpetual miracles.  We must avail ourselves, under Divine sanction, of the beneficent tendencies of Nature; and in your case her operations must not be disturbed at this moment by any excitement, except, indeed, the glow of gratitude for celestial aid, and the inward joy which must permeate the being of any one who feels that he is among the most favored of men."

61.¶27	From this time Monsignore Catesby scarcely ever quitted Lothair.  He hailed Lothair in the morn, and parted from him at night with a blessing; and in the interval Catesby devoted  his whole life, and the inexhaustible resources of his fine and skilled intelligence, to alleviate or amuse the existence of his companion.  Sometimes he conversed with Lothair, adroitly taking the chief burden of the talk; and yet, whether it were bright narrative or lively dissertation, never seeming to lecture or hold forth, but relieving the monologue, when expedient, by an interesting inquiry, which he was always ready in due time to answer himself, or softening the instruction by the playfulness of his mind and manner.  Sometimes he read to Lothair, and attuned the mind of his charge to the true spiritual note by melting passages from À Kempis or Chrysostom.  Then be would bring a portfolio of wondrous drawings by the mediæval masters, of saints and seraphs, and accustom the eye and thought of Lothair to the forms and fancies of the court of heaven.

61.¶28	One day, Lothair, having risen from his bed for the first time, and lying on a sofa in an adjoining chamber to that in which he had been so long confined, the monsignore seated himself by the side of Lothair, and, opening a portfolio, took out a drawing and held it before Lothair, observing his countenance with a glance of peculiar scrutiny.

61.¶29	"Well!" said Catesby, after some little pause, as if awaiting a remark from his companion.

61.¶30	"'Tis beautiful!" said Lothair.  "Is it by Raffaelle?"

61.¶31	"No; by Fra Bartolomeo.  But the countenance, do you remember ever having met such a one?"

61.¶32	Lothair shook his head.  Catesby took out another drawing, the same subject, the Blessed Virgin.  "By Giulio," said the monsignore, and he watched the face of Lothair, but it was listless.

61.¶33	Then he showed Lothair another, and another, and another.  At last he held before him one which was really by Raffaelle, and by which Lothair was  evidently much moved.  His eye lit up, a blush suffused his pale cheek, he took the drawing himself, and held it before his gaze with a trembling hand.

61.¶34	"Yes I remember this," he murmured, for it was one of those faces of Greek beauty which the great painter not infrequently caught up at Rome.  The monsignore looked gently round and waved his hand, and immediately arose the hymn to the Virgin in subdued strains of exquisite melody.

61.¶35	On the next morning, when Lothair woke, he found on the table, by his side, the drawing of the Virgin in a sliding frame.

61.¶36	About this time the monsignore began to accustom Lothair to leave his apartment, and, as he was not yet permitted to walk, Catesby introduced what he called an English chair, in which Lothair was enabled to survey a little the place which had been to him a refuge and a home.  It seemed a building of vast size, raised round an inner court with arcades and windows, and, in the higher story where he resided, an apparently endless number of chambers and galleries.  One morning, in their perambulations, the monsignore unlocked the door of a covered way which had no light but from a lamp which guided their passage.  The opposite door at the end of this covered way opened into a church, but one of a character different from any which Lothair had yet entered.

61.¶37	It had been raised during the latter of the sixteenth century by Vignola, when, under the influence of the great Pagan revival, the Christian church began to assume the character of an Olympian temple.  A central painted cupola of large but exquisite proportions, supported by pilasters with gilded capitals, and angels of white marble springing from golden brackets; walls incrusted with rare materials of every tint, and altars supported by serpentine columns of agate and alabaster; a blaze of pictures, and statues, and precious stones, and precious metals, denoted one of the chief temples of the sacred brotherhood of Jesus, raised when the great order had recognized that the views of primitive and mediæval Christianity, founded on the humility of man, were not in accordance with the age of confidence in human energy, in which they were destined to rise, and which they were determined to direct.

61.¶38	Guided by Catesby, and leaning on a staff, Lothair gained a gorgeous side chapel in which mass was celebrating; the air was rich with incense, and all heaven seemed to open in the ministrations of a seraphic choir.  Crushed by his great calamities, both physical and moral, Lothair sometimes felt that be could now be content if the rest of his life could flow away amid this celestial fragrance and these gushing sounds of heavenly melody.  And absorbed in these feelings it was not immediately observed by him that on the altar, behind the dazzling blaze of tapers, was a picture of the Virgin, and identically the same countenance as that he had recognized with emotion in the drawing of Raffaelle.

61.¶39	It revived perplexing memories which agitated him, thoughts on which it seemed his brain had not now strength enough to dwell, and yet with which it now seemed inevitable for him to grapple.  The congregation was not very numerous, and, when it broke up, several of them lingered behind and whispered to the monsignore, and then, after a little time, Catesby approached Lothair and said:  "There are some here who would wish to kiss your hand, or even touch the hem of your garments.  It is troublesome, but natural, considering all that has occurred and that this is the first time, perhaps, that they have met any one who has been so favored."

61.¶40	"Favored!" said Lothair; "Am I favored?  It seems to me I am the most forlorn of men ‑‑ if even I am that."

61.¶41	"Hush!" said the monsignore, "we must not talk of these things at present;" and he motioned to some, who approached and contemplated Lothair with blended curiosity and reverence.

61.¶42	These visits of Lothair to the beautiful church of the Jesuits became of daily occurrence, and often happened several times on the same day; indeed they formed the only incident which seemed to break his listlessness.  He became interested in the change and variety of the services, in the persons and characters of the officiating priests.  The soft manners of these fathers, their intelligence in the performance of their offices, their obliging carriage, and the unaffected concern with which all he said or did seemed to inspire the won upon him unconsciously.  The church had become his world; and his sympathies, if he still had sympathies, seemed confined to those within its walls.

61.¶43	In the mean time his physical advancement though slow was gradual and had hitherto never been arrested.  He could even walk a little alone, though artificially supported, and ramble about the halls and galleries full of a prodigious quantity of pictures, from the days of Raffael Sanzio to those of Raffael Mengs.

61.¶44	"The doctors think now we might try a little drive," said the monsignore one morning.  "The rains have ceased and refreshed every thing.  To-day is like the burst of spring;" and, when Lothair seemed to shudder at the idea of facing any thing like the external world, the monsignore suggested immediately that they should go out in a close carriage, which they finally entered in the huge quadrangle of the building.  Lothair was so nervous that he pulled down even the blind of his window; and the monsignore, who always humored him, half pulled down his own.

61.¶45	Their progress seemed through a silent land, and they could hardly be traversing streets.  Then the ascent became a little precipitous, and then the carriage stopped, and the monsignore said:  "Here is a solitary spot.  We shall meet no one.  The view is charming, and the air is soft."  And he placed his hand gently on the arm of Lothair, and, as it were, drew him out of the carriage.

61.¶46	The sun was bright, and the sky was bland.  There was something in the breath of Nature that was delightful.  The scent of violets was worth all the incense in the world; all the splendid marbles and priestly vestments seemed hard and cold when compared with the glorious colors of the cactus and the wild forms of the golden and gigantic aloes.  The Favonian breeze played on the brow of this beautiful hill, and the exquisite palm-trees, while they bowed their rustling heads, answered in responsive chorus to the antiphon of Nature.

61.¶47	The dreary look that had been so long imprinted on the face of Lothair melted away.

61.¶48	"'Tis well that we came, is it not?" said Catesby; "and now we will seat ourselves."  Below and before them, on an undulating site, a city of palaces and churches spread out its august form, enclosing within its ample walls sometimes a wilderness of classic ruins ‑‑ column, and arch, and theatre ‑‑ sometimes the umbrageous spread of princely gardens.  A winding and turbid river divided the city in unequal parts, in one of which there rose a vast and glorious temple, crowned with a dome of almost superhuman size and skill, on which the favorite sign of heaven flashed with triumphant truth.

61.¶49	The expression of relief which, for a moment, had reposed on the face of Lothair, left it when he said, in an agitated voice, "I at length behold Rome!"

CHAPTER 62

62.¶1	This recognition of Rome by Lothair evinced not only a consciousness of locality, but an interest in it not before exhibited; and the monsignore soon after seized the opportunity of drawing the mind of his companion to the past, and feeling how far he now realized the occurrences that immediately preceded his arrival in the city.  But Lothair would not dwell on them.  "I wish to think of nothing," he said, "that happened before I entered this city: all I desire now is to know those to whom I am indebted for my preservation in a condition that seemed hopeless."

62.¶2	"There is nothing hopeless with Divine aid," said the monsignore; "but, humanly speaking, you are indebted for your preservation to English friends, long and intimately cherished.  It is under their roof that you dwell, the Agostini palace, tenanted by Lord St. Jerome."

62.¶3	"Lord St. Jerome!" murmured Lothair to himself.

62.¶4	"And the ladies of his house are those who, only with some slight assistance from my poor self, tended you throughout your most desperate state, and when we sometimes almost feared that mind and body were alike wrecked."

62.¶5	"I have a dream of angels," said Lothair; "and sometimes I listened to heavenly voices that I seemed to have heard before."

62.¶6	"I am sure you have not forgotten the ladies of that house?" said Catesby, watching his countenance.

62.¶7	"No; one of them summoned me to meet her at Rome," murmured Lothair, "and I am here."

62.¶8	"That summons was divine," said Catesby, "and only the herald of the great event that was ordained and has since occurred.  In this holy city, Miss Arundel must ever count as the most sanctified of her sex."

62.¶9	Lothair lapsed into silence, which subsequently appeared to be meditation, for, when the carriage stopped, and the monsignore assisted him to alight, he said, "I must see Lord St. Jerome."

62.¶10	And, in the afternoon, with due and preparatory announcement, Lord St. Jerome waited on Lothair.  The monsignore ushered him into the chamber, and, though he left them as it were alone, never quitted it.  He watched them conversing, while he seemed to be arranging books and flowers; he hovered over the conference, dropping down on them at a critical moment, when the words became either languid or embarrassing.  Lord St. Jerome was a hearty man, simple and high-bred.  He addressed Lothair with all his former kindness, but with some degree of reserve, and even a dash of ceremony.  Lothair was not insensible to the alteration in his manner, but could ascribe it to many causes.  He was himself resolved to make an effort, when Lord St. Jerome arose to depart, and expressed the intention of Lady St. Jerome to wait on him on the morrow.  "No, my dear lord," said Lothair; "to-morrow I make my first visit, and it shall be to my best friends.  I would try to come this evening, but they will not be alone; and I must see them alone if it be only once."

62.¶11	This visit of the morrow rather pressed on the nervous system of Lothair.  It was no slight enterprise, and called up many recollections.  He brooded over his engagement during the whole evening, and his night was disturbed.  His memory, long in a state of apathy, or curbed and controlled into indifference, seemed endowed with unnatural vitality, reproducing the history of his past life in rapid and exhausting tumult.  All its scenes rose before him ‑‑ Brentham, and Vauxe, and, Muriel ‑‑ and closing with one absorbing spot, which, for a long time, it avoided, and in which all merged and ended ‑‑ Belmont.  Then came that anguish of the heart, which none can feel but those who in the youth of life have lost some one infinitely fascinating and dear, and the wild query why he, too, had not fallen on the fatal plain which had entombed all the hope and inspiration of his existence.

62.¶12	The interview was not so trying an incident as Lothair anticipated, as often under such circumstances occurs.  Miss Arundel was not present; and, in the second place, although Lothair could not at first be insensible to a change in the manner of Lady St. Jerome, as well as in that of her lord, exhibiting as it did a degree of deference and ceremony which with her toward him were quite unusual, still the genial, gushing nature of this lively and enthusiastic woman, full of sympathy, soon asserted itself, and her heart was overflowing with sorrow for all his sufferings and gratitude for his escape.

62.¶13	"And, after all," she said, "every thing must have been ordained; and, without these trials, and even calamities, that great event could not have been brought about which must make all hail you as the most favored of men."

62.¶14	Lothair stared with a look of perplexity, and then said:  "If I be the most favored of men, it is only because two angelic beings have deigned to minister to me in my sorrow, with a sweet devotion I can never forget, and, alas! can never repay."

CHAPTER 63

63.¶1	Lothair was not destined to meet Clare Arundel alone or only in the presence of her family.  He had acceded, after a short time, to the wish of Lady St. Jerome, and the advice of Monsignore Catesby, to wait on her in the evening, when Lady St. Jerome was always at home and never alone.  Her rooms were the privileged resort of the very cream of Roman society and of those English who, like herself, had returned to the Roman Church.  An Italian palace supplied an excellent occasion for the display of the peculiar genius of our countrywomen to make a place habitable.  Beautiful carpets, baskets of flowers and cases of ferns, and chairs which you could sit upon, tables covered with an infinity of toys ‑‑ sparkling, useful, and fantastic ‑‑ huge silken screens of rich color, and a profusion of light, produced a scene of combined comfort and brilliancy which made every one social who entered it, and seemed to give a bright and graceful turn even to the careless remarks of ordinary gossip.

63.¶2	Lady St. Jerome rose the moment her eye caught the entry of Lothair, and, advancing, received him with an air of ceremony, mixed, however, with an expression of personal devotion which was distressing to him, and singularly contrasted with the easy and genial receptions that he remembered at Vauxe.  Then Lady St. Jerome led Lothair to her companion whom she had just quitted, and presented him to the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento, a dame in whose veins, it was said, flowed both consular and pontifical blood of the rarest tint.

63.¶3	The Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento was the greatest lady in Rome; had still vast possessions ‑‑ palaces and villas and vineyards and broad farms.  Notwithstanding all that had occurred, she still looked upon the kings and emperors of the world as the mere servants of the pope, and on the old Roman nobility as still the conscript fathers of the world.  Her other characteristic was superstition.  So she was most distinguished by an irrepressible haughtiness and an illimitable credulity.  The only softening circumstance was that, being in the hands of the Jesuits, her religion did not assume an ascetic or gloomy character.  She was fond of society, and liked to show her wondrous jewels, which were still unrivalled, although she had presented his holiness in his troubles with a tiara of diamonds.

63.¶4	There were rumors that the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento had on occasions treated even the highest nobility of England with a certain indifference; and all agreed that to laymen, however distinguished, her highness was not prone too easily to relax.  But, in the present instance, it is difficult to convey a due conception of the graciousness of her demeanor when Lothair bent before her.  She appeared even agitated, almost rose from her seat, and blushed through her rouge.  Lady St. Jerome, guiding Lothair into her vacant seat, walked away.

63.¶5	"We shall never forget what you have done for us," said the princess to Lothair.

63.¶6	"I have done nothing," said Lothair, with a surprised air.

63.¶7	"Ali, that is so like gifted beings like you," said the princess.  "They never will think they have done any thing, even were they to save the world."

63.¶8	"You are too gracious, princess," said Lothair; "I have no claims to esteem which all must so value."

63.¶9	"Who has, if you have not?" rejoined the princess.  "Yes, it is to you, and to you alone, that we must look.  I am very impartial in what I say, for, to be frank, I have not been of those who believed that the great champion would rise without the patrimony of St. Peter.  I am ashamed to say that I have even looked with jealousy on the energy that has been shown by individuals in other countries; but I now confess that I was in error.  I cannot resist this manifestation.  It was a privilege to have lived when it happened.  All that we can do now is to cherish your favored life."

63.¶10	"You are too kind, madam," murmured the perplexed Lothair.

63.¶11	"I have done nothing," rejoined the princess, "and am ashamed that I have done nothing.  But it is well for you, at this season, to be at Rome; and you cannot be better, I am sure, than under this roof.  But, when the spring breaks, I hope you will honor me, by accepting for your use a villa which I have at Albano, and which, at that season, has many charms."

63.¶12	There were other Roman ladies in the room only inferior in rank and importance to the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento; and in the course of the evening, at their earnest request, they were made acquainted with Lothair, for it cannot be said he was presented to them.  These ladies, generally so calm, would not wait for the ordinary ceremony of life, but, as he approached to be introduced, sank to the ground with the obeisance offered only to royalty.

63.¶13	There were some cardinals in the apartment and several monsignori.  Catesby was there in close attendance on a pretty English countess, who had just "gone over."  Her husband had been at first very much distressed at the event, and tore himself from the severe duties of the House of Lords, in the hope that he might yet arrive in time at Rome to save her soul.  But he was too late; and, strange to say, being of a domestic turn, and disliking family dissensions, he remained at Rome during the rest of the session, and finally "went over" himself.

63.¶14	Later in the evening arrived his eminence, Cardinal Berwick, for our friend had gained, and bravely gained, the great object of a churchman's ambition, and which even our Laud was thinking at one time of accepting, although he was to remain a firm Anglican.  In the death-struggle between the Church and the secret societies, Berwick had been the victor, and no one in the Sacred College more truly deserved the scarlet hat.

63.¶15	His eminence had a reverence of radiant devotion for the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento, a glance of friendship for Lady St. Jerome ‑‑ for all, a courtly and benignant smile; but, when he recognized Lothair, he started forward, seized and retained his hand, and then seemed speechless with emotion.  "Ah! my comrade in the great struggle!" he at length exclaimed; "this is, indeed, a pleasure ‑‑ and to see you here!"

63.¶16	Early in the evening, while Lothair was sitting by the side of the princess, his eye had wandered round the room, not unsuccessfully, in search of Miss Arundel; and, when he was free, he would immediately have approached her, but she was in conversation with a Roman prince.  Then, when she was for a moment free, he was himself engaged; and, at last, he had to quit abruptly a cardinal of taste, who was describing to him a statue just discovered in the baths of Diocletian, in order to seize the occasion that again offered itself.

63.¶17	Her manner was constrained when he addressed her, but she gave him her hand, which he pressed to his lips.  Looking deeply into her violet eyes, he said:  "You summoned me to meet you at Rome; I am here."

63.¶18	"And I summoned you to other things," she answered, at first with hesitation and a blush; but then, as if rallying herself to the performance of a duty too high to allow of personal embarrassment, she added: "all of which you will perform, as becomes one favored by Heaven."

63.¶19	"I have been favored by you," said Lothair, speaking low and hurriedly; "to whom I owe my life, and more than my life.  Yes," he continued, "this is not the scene I would have chosen to express my gratitude to you for all that you have done for me, and my admiration of your sublime virtues; but I can no longer repress the feelings of my heart, though their utterance be as inadequate as your deeds have been transcendent."

63.¶20	"I was but the instrument of a higher power."

63.¶21	"We are all instruments of a higher power, but the instruments chosen are always choice."

63.¶22	"Ay, there it is!" said Miss Arundel; "and that is what I rejoice you feel.  For it is impossible that such a selection could have been made, as in your case, without your being reserved for great results."

63.¶23	"I am but a shattered actor for great results," said Lothair, shaking his head.

63.¶24	"You have had trials," said Miss Arundel, "so had St. Ignatius, so had St. Francis, and great temptations; but these are the tests of character, of will, of spiritual power ‑‑ the fine gold is searched.  All things that have happened have tended and have been ordained to one end, and that was to make you the champion of the Church of which you are now more than the child."

63.¶25	"More than the child?"

63.¶26	"Indeed I think so.  However, this is hardly the place and occasion to dwell on such matters; and, indeed, I know your friends ‑‑ my friends equally ‑‑ are desirous that your convalescence should not be unnecessarily disturbed by what must be, however delightful, still agitating thoughts; but you touched yourself unexpectedly on the theme, and, at any rate, you will pardon one who has the inconvenient quality of having only one thought."

63.¶27	"Whatever you say or think must always interest me."

63.¶28	"You are kind to say so.  I suppose you know that our cardinal, Cardinal Grandison, will be here in a few days?"

CHAPTER 64

64.¶1	Although the reception of Lothair by his old friends and by the leaders of the Roman world was in the highest degree flattering, there was something in its tone which was perplexing to him and ambiguous.  Could they be ignorant of his Italian antecedents?  Impossible.  Miss Arundel had admitted, or rather declared, that he had experienced great trials, and, even temptations.  She could only allude to what had occurred since their parting in England.  But all this was now looked upon as satisfactory, because it was ordained, and tended to one end; and what was that end?  His devotion to the Church of Rome, of which they admitted he was not formally a child.

64.¶2	It was true that his chief companion was a priest, and that he passed a great portion of his life within the walls of a church.  But the priest was his familiar friend in England, who in a foreign land had nursed him with devotion in a desperate illness; and, although in the great calamities, physical and moral, that had overwhelmed him, he had found solace in the beautiful services of a religion which he respected, no one for a moment had taken advantage of this mood of his suffering and enfeebled mind to entrap him into controversy, or to betray him into admissions that he might afterward consider precipitate and immature.  Indeed, nothing could be more delicate than the conduct of the Jesuit fathers throughout his communications with them.  They seemed sincerely gratified that a suffering fellow creature should find even temporary consolation within their fair and consecrated structure; their voices modulated with sympathy; their glances gushed with fraternal affection; their affectionate politeness contrived, in a thousand slight instances, the selection of a mass, the arrangement of a picture, the loan of a book, to contribute to the interesting or elegant distraction of his forlorn and brooding being.

64.¶3	And yet Lothair began to feel uneasy, and his uneasiness increased proportionately as his health improved.  He sometimes thought that he should like to make an effort and get about a little in the world, but he was very weak, and without any of the resources to which he had been accustomed throughout life.  He had no servants of his own, no carriages, no man of business, no banker; and when at last he tried to bring himself to write to Mr. Putney Giles ‑‑ a painful task ‑‑ Monsignore Catesby offered to undertake his whole correspondence for him, and announced that his medical attendants had declared that he must under no circumstances whatever attempt at present to write a letter.  Hitherto he had been without money, which was lavishly supplied for his physicians and other wants; and he would have been without clothes if the most fashionable tailor in Rome, a German, had not been in frequent attendance on him under the direction of Monsignore Catesby, who, in fact, had organized his wardrobe as he did every thing else.

64.¶4	Somehow or other Lothair never seemed alone.  When he woke in the morning the monsignore was frequently kneeling before an oratory in his room, and if by any chance Lothair was wanting at Lady St. Jerome's reception, Father Coleman, who was now on a visit to the family, would look in and pass the evening with him, as men who keep a gaming-table find it discreet occasionally to change the dealer.  It is a huge and even stupendous pile ‑‑ that Palazzo Agostini, and yet Lothair never tried to thread his way through its vestibules and galleries, or attempt a reconnaissance of its endless chambers, without some monsignore or other gliding up quite àpropos and relieving him from the dulness of solitary existence during the rest of his promenade.

64.¶5	Lothair was relieved by hearing that big former guardian, Cardinal Grandison, was daily expected at Rome; and he revolved in his mind whether he should not speak to his eminence generally on the system of his life, which he felt now required some modification.  In the interval, however, no change did occur.  Lothair attended every day the services of the church, and every evening the receptions of Lady St. Jerome; and between the discharge of these two duties he took a drive with a priest ‑‑ sometimes with more than one, but always most agreeable men ‑‑ generally in the environs of the city, or visited a convent, or a villa, some beautiful gardens, or a gallery of works of art.

64.¶6	It was at Lady St. Jerome's that Lothair met his former guardian.  The cardinal had only arrived in the morning.  His manner to Lothair was affectionate.  He retained Lothair's hand and pressed it with his pale, thin fingers; his attenuated countenance blazed for a moment with a divine light.

64.¶7	"I have long wished to see you, sir," said Lothair, "and much wish to talk with you."

64.¶8	"I can hear nothing from you nor of you but what must be most pleasing to me," said the cardinal.

64.¶9	"I wish I could believe that," said Lothair.

64.¶10	The cardinal caressed him; put his arm round Lothair's neck and said, "There is no time like the present.  Let us walk together in this gallery," and they withdrew naturally from the immediate scene.

64.¶11	"You know all that has happened, I dare say," said Lothair with embarrassment and with a sigh, "since we parted in England, sir."

64.¶12	"All," said the cardinal.  "It has been a most striking and merciful dispensation."

64.¶13	"Then I need not dwell upon it," said Lothair, "and naturally it would be most painful.  What I wish particularly to speak to you about is my position under this roof.  What I owe to those who dwell under it no language can describe, and no efforts on my part, and they shall be unceasing, can repay.  But I think the time has come when I ought no longer to trespass on their affectionate devotion, though, when I allude to the topic, they seem to misinterpret the motives which influence me, and to be pained rather than relieved by my suggestions.  I cannot bear being looked upon as ungrateful, when in fact I am devoted to them.  I think, sir, you might help me in putting all this right."

64.¶14	"If it be necessary," said the cardinal; "but I apprehend you misconceive them.  When I last left Rome you were very ill, but Lady St. Jerome and others have written to me almost daily about you, during my absence, so that I am familiar with all that has occurred, and quite cognizant of their feelings.  Rest assured that, toward yourself, they are exactly what they ought to be and what you would desire."

64.¶15	"Well, I am glad," said Lothair, "that you are acquainted with every thing that has happened, for you can put them right if it be necessary; but I sometimes cannot help fancying that they are under some false impression both as to my conduct and my convictions."

64.¶16	"Not in the slightest," said the cardinal, "trust me, my dear friend, for that.  They know everything and appreciate everything; and, great as, no doubt, have been your sufferings, feel that every thing has been ordained for the best; that the hand of the Almighty has been visible throughout all these strange events; that His Church was never more clearly built upon a rock than at this moment; that this great manifestation will revive, and even restore, the faith of Christendom; and that you yourself must be looked upon as one of the most favored of men."

64.¶17	"Everybody says that," said Lothair, rather peevishly.

64.¶18	"And everybody feels it," said the cardinal.

64.¶19	"Well, to revert to lesser points," said Lothair, "I do not say I want to return to England, for I dread returning to England, and do not know whether I shall ever go back there; and at any rate I doubt not my health at present is unequal to the effort; but I should like some change in my mode of life.  I will not say it is too much controlled, for nothing seems ever done without first consulting me; but, somehow or other, we are always in the same groove.  I wish to see more of the world; I wish to see Rome, and the people of Rome.  I wish to see and do many things which, if I mention, it would seem to hurt the feelings of others, and my own are misconceived, but, if mentioned by you, all would probably be different."

64.¶20	"I understand you, my dear young friend, my child, I will still say," said the cardinal.  "Nothing can be more reasonable than what you suggest.  No doubt our friends may be a little too anxious about you, but they are the best people in the world.  You appear to me to be quite well enough now to make more exertion than hitherto they have thought you capable of.  They see you every day, and cannot judge so well of you as I who have been absent.  I will charge myself to effect all your wishes.  And we will begin by my taking you out to-morrow and your driving with me about the city.  I will show you Rome and the Roman people."

64.¶21	Accordingly, on the morrow, Cardinal Grandison and his late pupil visited together Rome and the Romans.  And first of all Lothair was presented to the cardinal-prefect of the Propaganda, who presides over the ecclesiastical affairs of every country in which the Roman Church has a mission, and that includes every land between the Arctic and the Southern Pole.  This glimpse of the organized correspondence with both the Americas, all Asia, all Africa, all Australia, and many European countries, carried on by a countless staff of clerks in one of the most capacious buildings in the world, was calculated to impress the visitor with a due idea of the extensive authority of the Roman Pontiff.  This institution, greater, according to the cardinal, than any which existed in ancient Rome, was to propagate the faith, the purity of which the next establishment they visited was to maintain.  According to Cardinal Grandison, there never was a body the character of which had been so wilfully and so malignantly misrepresented as that of the Roman Inquisition.  Its true object is reformation not punishment and therefore pardon was sure to follow the admission of error.  True it was there were revolting stories afloat, for which there was undoubtedly some foundation, though their exaggeration and malice were evident, of the ruthless conduct of the Inquisition; but these details were entirely confined to Spain, and were the consequences not of the principles of the Holy Office, but of the Spanish race, poisoned by Moorish and Jewish blood, or by long contact with those inhuman infidels.  Had it not been for the Inquisition organizing and directing the mitigating influences of the Church, Spain would have been a land of wild beasts; and even in quite modern times it was the Holy Office at Rome which always stepped forward to protect the persecuted, and, by the power of appeal from Madrid to Rome, saved the lives of those who were unjustly or extravagantly accused.

64.¶22	"The real business, however, of the Holy Office now," continued the cardinal, "is in reality only doctrinal; and there is something truly sublime ‑‑ essentially divine, I would say ‑‑ in this idea of an old man, like the Holy Father, himself the object of ceaseless persecution by all the children of Satan, never for a moment relaxing his heaven-inspired efforts to maintain the purity of the faith once delivered to the saints, and at the same time to propagate it throughout the whole world, so that there should be no land on which the sun shines that should not afford means of salvation to suffering man.  Yes, the Propaganda and the Inquisition alone are sufficient to vindicate the sacred claims of Rome.  Compared with them, mere secular and human institutions, however exalted, sink into insignificance."

64.¶23	These excursions with the cardinal were not only repeated, but became almost of daily occurrence.  The cardinal took Lothair with him in his visits of business, and introduced him to the eminent characters of the city.  Some of these priests were illustrious scholars or votaries of science, whose names were quoted with respect and as authority in the circles of cosmopolitan philosophy.  Then there were other institutions at Rome, which the cardinal snatched occasions to visit, and which, if not so awfully venerable as the Propaganda and the Inquisition, nevertheless testified to the advanced civilization of Rome and the Romans, and the enlightened administration of the Holy Father.  According to Cardinal Grandison, all the great modern improvements in the administration of hospitals and prisons originated in the eternal city; scientific ventilation, popular lavatories, the cellular or silent system, the reformatory.  And yet these were nothing compared with the achievements of the Pontifical Government in education.  In short, complete popular education only existed at Rome.  Its schools were more numerous even than its fountains.  Gratuitous instruction originated with the ecclesiastics; and from the night-school to the university here might be found the perfect type.

64.¶24	"I really believe," said the cardinal, "that a more virtuous, a more religious, a more happy and contented people than the Romans never existed.  They could all be kept in order with the police of one of your counties.  True it is, the Holy Father is obliged to garrison the city with twelve thousand men of arms, but not against the Romans, not against his own subjects.  It is the secret societies of atheism who have established their lodges in this city, entirely consisting of foreigners, that render these lamentable precautions necessary.  They will not rest until they have extirpated the religious principle from the soul of man, and until they have reduced him to the condition of wild beasts.  But they will fail, as they failed the other day, as Sennacherib failed.  These men may conquer zouaves and cuirassiers, but they cannot fight against Saint Michael and all the angels.  They may do mischief, they may aggravate and prolong the misery of man, but they are doomed to entire and eternal failure."

CHAPTER 65

65.¶1	Lady St. Jerome was much interested in the accounts which the cardinal and Lothair gave her of their excursions in the city and their visits.

65.¶2	"It is very true," she said, "I never knew such good people; and they ought to be; so favored by Heaven, and leading a life which, if any thing earthly can, must give them, however faint, some foretaste of our joys hereafter.  Did your eminence visit the Pellegrini?"  This was the hospital, where Miss Arundel had found Lothair.

65.¶3	The cardinal looked grave.  "No," he replied.  "My object was to secure for our young friend some interesting but not agitating distraction from certain ideas which, however admirable and transcendently important, are nevertheless too high and profound to permit their constant contemplation with impunity to our infirm natures.  Besides," he added, in a lower, but still distinct tone, "I was myself unwilling to visit in a mere casual manner the scene of what I must consider the greatest event of this century."

65.¶4	"But you have been there?" inquired Lady St. Jerome.

65.¶5	His eminence crossed himself.

65.¶6	In the course of the evening Monsignore Catesby told Lothair that a grand service was about to be celebrated in the church of St. George: thanks were to be offered to the Blessed Virgin by Miss Arundel for the miraculous mercy vouchsafed to her in saving the life of a countryman, Lothair.  "All her friends will make a point of being there," added the monsignore, "even the Protestants and some Russians.  Miss Arundel was very unwilling at first to fulfil this office, but the Holy Father has commanded it.  I know that nothing will induce her to ask you to attend; and yet, if I were you, I would turn it over in your mind.  I know she said that she would sooner that you were present than all her English friends together.  However, you can think about it.  One likes to do what is proper."

65.¶7	One does; and yet it is difficult.  Sometimes, in doing what we think proper, we get into irremediable scrapes; and often, what we hold to be proper, society in its caprice resolves to be highly improper.

65.¶8	Lady St. Jerome had wished Lothair to see Tivoli, and they were all consulting together when they might go there.  Lord St. Jerome who, besides his hunters, had his drag at Rome, wanted to drive them to the place.  Lothair sat opposite Miss Arundel, gazing on her beauty.  It was like being at Vauxe again.  And yet a great deal had happened since they were at Vauxe; and what?  So far as they two were concerned, nothing but what should create or confirm relations of confidence and affection.  Whatever may have been the influence of others on his existence, hers at least had been one of infinite benignity.  She had saved his life; she had cherished it.  She had raised him from the lowest depth of physical and moral prostration to health and comparative serenity.  If at Vauxe he had beheld her with admiration, had listened with fascinated interest to the fervid expression of her saintly thoughts, and the large purposes of her heroic mind, all these feelings were naturally heightened now when he had witnessed her lofty and consecrated spirit in action, and when that action in his own case had only been exercised for his ineffable advantage.

65.¶9	"Your uncle cannot go to-morrow," continued Lady St. Jerome, "and on Thursday I am engaged."

65.¶10	"And on Friday ‑‑ ," said Miss Arundel, hesitating.

65.¶11	"We are all engaged," said Lady St. Jerome.

65.¶12	"I should hardly wish to go out before Friday anywhere," said Miss Arundel, speaking to her aunt, and in a lower tone.

65.¶13	Friday was the day on which the thanksgiving service was to be celebrated in the Jesuit church of St. George of Cappadocia.  Lothair knew this well enough and was embarrassed: a thanksgiving for the mercy vouchsafed to Miss Arundel in saving the life of a fellow-countryman, an that fellow-countryman not present!  All her Protestant friends would be there, and some Russians.  And he not there!  It seemed, on his part, the most ungracious and intolerable conduct.  And he knew that she would prefer his presence to that of all her acquaintances together.  It was more than ungracious on his part; it was ungrateful, almost inhuman.

65.¶14	Lothair sat silent, and stupid, and stiff, and dissatisfied with himself.  Once or twice he tried to speak, but his tongue would not move, or his throat was not clear.  And, if he had spoken, he would only have made some trifling and awkward remark.  In his mind's eye he saw, gliding about him, the veiled figure of his sick-room, and he recalled with clearness the unceasing and angelic tenderness of which at the time he seemed hardly conscious.

65.¶15	Miss Arundel had risen and had proceeded some way down the room to a cabinet where she was accustomed to place her work.  Suddenly Lothair rose and followed her.  "Miss Arundel!" he said, and she looked round, hardly stopping when he had reached her.  "Miss Arundel, I hope you will permit me to be present at the celebration on Friday?"

65.¶16	She turned round quickly, extending, even eagerly, her hand with mantling cheek.  Her eyes glittered with celestial fire.  The words hurried from her palpitating lips:  "And support me," she said, "for I need support."

65.¶17	In the evening reception, Monsignore Catesby approached Father Coleman.  "It is done," he said, with a look of saintly triumph.  "It is done at last.  He will not only be present, but he will support her.  There are yet eight-and-forty hours to elapse.  Can any thing happen to defeat us?  It would seem not; yet, when so much is at stake, one is fearful.  He must never be out of our sight; not a human being must approach him."

65.¶18	"I think we can manage that," said Father Coleman.

CHAPTER 66

66.¶1	The Jesuit church of St. George of Cappadocia was situate in one of the finest piazzas of Rome.  It was surrounded with arcades, and in its centre the most beautiful fountain of the city spouted forth its streams to an amazing height, and in forms of graceful fancy.  On Friday morning the arcades were festooned with tapestry and hangings of crimson velvet and gold.  Every part was crowded, and all the rank and fashion and power of Rome seemed to be there assembling.  There had been once some intention on the part of the Holy Father to be present, but a slight indisposition had rendered that not desirable.  His holiness, however, had ordered a company of his halberdiers to attend, and the ground was kept by those wonderful guards in the dress of the middle ages ‑‑ halberds and ruffs, and white plumes, and party-colored coats, a match for our beef-eaters.  Carriages with scarlet umbrellas on the box, and each with three serving-men behind, denoted the presence of the cardinals in force.  They were usually brilliant equipages, being sufficiently new, or sufficiently new purchases, Garibaldi and the late commanding officer of Lothair having burnt most of the ancient coaches in the time of the Roman republics twenty years before.  From each carriage an eminence descended with his scarlet cap and his purple train borne by two attendants.  The Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento was there, and most of the Roman princes and princesses, and dukes, and duchesses.  It seemed that the whole court of Rome was there ‑‑ monsignori and prelates without end.  Some of their dresses, and those of the generals of the orders, appropriately varied the general effect, for the ladies were all in black, their heads covered only with black veils.

66.¶2	Monsignore Catesby had arranged with Lothair that they should enter the church by their usual private way, and Lothair therefore was not in any degree prepared for the sight which awaited him on his entrance into it.  The church was crowded; not a chair nor a tribune vacant.  There was a suppressed gossip going on as in a public place before a performance begins, much fluttering of fans, some snuff taken, and many sugar-plums.

66.¶3	"Where shall we find a place?" said Lothair.

66.¶4	"They expect us in the sacristy," said the monsignore.

66.¶5	The sacristy of the Jesuit church of St. George of Cappadocia might have served for the ballroom of a palace.  It was lofty, and proportionately spacious, with a grooved ceiling painted with all the court of heaven.  Above the broad and richly-gilt cornice floated a company of seraphim that might have figured as the Cupids of Albano.  The apartment was crowded, for there and in some adjoining chambers were assembled the cardinals and prelates, and all the distinguished or official characters, who, in a few minutes, were about to form a procession of almost unequal splendor and sanctity, and which was to parade the whole body of the church.

66.¶6	Lothair felt nervous; an indefinable depression came over him, as on the morning of a contest when a candidate enters his crowded committee-room.  Considerable personages, bowing, approached to address him ‑‑ the Cardinal Prefect of the Propaganda, the Cardinal Assessor of the Holy Office, the Cardinal Pro-Datario, and the Cardinal Vicar of Rome.  Monsignori the Secretary of Briefs to Princes and the Master of the Apostolic Palace were presented to him.  Had this been a conclave, and Lothair the future pope, it would have been impossible to have treated him with more consideration than he experienced.  They assured him that they looked upon this day as one of the most interesting in their lives, and the importance of which to the Church could not be overrated.  All this somewhat encouraged him, and he was more himself when a certain general stir, and the entrance of individuals from adjoining apartments, intimated that the proceedings were about to commence.  It seemed difficult to marshal so considerable and so stately an assemblage, but those who had the management of affairs were experienced in such matters.  The acolytes and the thurifers fell into their places; there seemed no end of banners and large golden crosses; great was the company of the prelates ‑‑ a long purple line, some only in cassocks, some in robes, and mitred; then came a new banner of the Blessed Virgin, which excited intense interest, and every eye was strained to catch the pictured scene.  After this banner, amid frequent incense, walked two of the most beautiful children in Rome, dressed as angels with golden wings; the boy bearing a rose of Jericho, the girl a lily.  After these, as was understood, dressed in black and veiled, walked six ladies, who were said to be daughters of the noblest houses of England, and then a single form with a veil touching the ground.

66.¶7	"Here we must go," said Monsignore Catesby to Lothair, and he gently but irresistibly pushed him into his place.  "You know you promised to support her.  You had better take this," he said, thrusting a lighted taper into his hand; "it is usual, and one should never be singular."

66.¶8	So they walked on, followed by the Roman princes, bearing a splendid baldachin.  And then came the pomp of the cardinals, each with his train-bearers, exhibiting with the skill of artists the splendor of their violet robes.

66.¶9	As the head of the procession emerged from the sacristy into the church, three organs and a choir, to which all the Roman churches had lent their choicest voices, burst into the Te Deum.  Round the church and to all the chapels, and then up the noble nave, the majestic procession moved, and then, the gates of the holy place opening, the cardinals entered and seated themselves, their train-bearers crouching at their knees, the prelates grouped themselves, and the banners and crosses were ranged in the distance, except the new banner of the Virgin, which seemed to hang over the altar.  The Holy One seemed to be in what was recently a field of battle, and was addressing a beautiful maiden in the dress of a Sister of Mercy.

66.¶10	"This is your place," said Monsignore Catesby, and he pushed Lothair into a prominent position.

66.¶11	The service was long, but, sustained by exquisite music, celestial perfumes, and the graceful movements of priests in resplendent dresses continually changing, it could not be said to be wearisome.  When all was over, Monsignore Catesby said to Lothair, "I think we had better return by the public way; it seems expected."

66.¶12	It was not easy to leave the church.  Lothair was detained, and received the congratulations of the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento and many others.  The crowd, much excited by the carriages of the cardinals, had not diminished when they came forth, and they were obliged to linger some little time upon the steps, the monsignore making difficulties when Lothair more than once proposed to advance.

66.¶13	"I think we may go now," said Catesby, and they descended into the piazza.  Immediately many persons in this immediate neighborhood fell upon their knees, many asked a blessing from Lothair, and some rushed forward to kiss the hem of his garment.

CHAPTER 67

67.¶1	The Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento gave an entertainment in the evening in honor of "the great event."  Italian palaces are so vast, are so ill-adapted to the moderate establishments of modern  tones, that their grand style in general only impresses those who visit them with a feeling of disappointment and even mortification.  The meagre retinue are almost invisible as they creep about the corridors and galleries, and linger in the sequence of lofty chambers.  These should be filled with crowds of serving-men and groups of splendid retainers.  They were built for the days when a great man was obliged to have a great following; and when the safety of his person, as well as the success of his career, depended on the number and the lustre of his train.

67.¶2	The palace of the Princess Tarpeia was the most celebrated in Rome, one of the most ancient, and certainly the most beautiful.  She dwelt in it in a manner not unworthy of her consular blood and her modern income.  To-night her guests were received by a long line of foot-servants in showy liveries, and bearing the badge of her house, while in every convenient spot pages and gentlemen-ushers, in courtly dress, guided the guests to their place of destination.  The palace blazed with light, and showed to advantage the thousand pictures which, it is said, were there enshrined, and the long galleries full of the pale statues of Grecian gods and goddesses, and the busts of the former rulers of Rome and the Romans.  The atmosphere was fragrant with rare odors, and music was heard, amid the fall of fountains, in the dim but fancifully-illumined gardens.

67.¶3	The princess herself wore all those famous jewels which had been spared by all the Goths from the days of Brennus to those of Garibaldi, and on her bosom reposed the celebrated transparent cameo of Augustus, which Cæsar himself is said to have presented to Livia, and which Benvenuto Cellini had set in a framework of Cupids and rubies.  If the weight of her magnificence were sometimes distressing, she had the consolation of being supported by the arm of Lothair.

67.¶4	Two young Roman princes, members of the Guarda Nobile, discussed the situation.

67.¶5	"The English here say," said one, "that he is their richest man."

67.¶6	"And very noble, too," said the other.

67.¶7	"Certainly, truly noble ‑‑ a kind of cousin of the queen."

67.¶8	"This great event must have an effect upon all their nobility.  I cannot doubt they will all return to the Holy Father."

67.¶9	"They would if they were not afraid of having to restore their church lands.  But they would be much more happy if Rome were again the capital of the world."

67.¶10	"No shadow of doubt.  I wonder if this young prince will hunt in the Campagna?"

67.¶11	"All Englishmen hunt."

67.¶12	"I make no doubt he rides well, and has famous horses, and will sometimes lend us one.  I am glad his soul is saved."

67.¶13	"Yes; it is well, when the Blessed Virgin interferes, it should be in favor of princes.  When princes become good Christians, it is an example.  It does good.  And this man will give an impulse to our opera, which wants it, and, as you say, he will have many horses."

67.¶14	In the course of the evening, Miss Arundel, with a beaming face, but of deep expression, said to Lothair:  "I could tell you some good news, had I not promised the cardinal that he should communicate it to you himself.  He will see you to-morrow.  Although it does not affect me personally, it will be to me the happiest event that ever occurred, except, of course, one."

67.¶15	"What can she mean?" thought Lothair.  But at that moment Cardinal Berwick approached him, and Miss Arundel glided away.

67.¶16	Father Coleman attended Lothair home to the Agostini Palace, and when they parted said, with much emphasis, "I must congratulate you once more on the great event."

67.¶17	On the following morning, Lothair found on his table a number of the Roman journal published that day.  It was customary to place it there, but in general he only glanced at it, and scarcely that.  On the present occasion his own name caught immediately his eye.  It figured in a long account of the celebration of the preceding day.  It was with a continually changing countenance, now scarlet, now pallid as death; with a palpitating heart, a trembling hand, a cold perspiration, and, at length, a disordered vision, that Lothair read the whole of an article, of which we now give a summary:

67.¶18	"Rome was congratulated on the service of yesterday, which celebrated the greatest event of this century.  And it came to pass in this wise.  It seems that a young English noble of the highest rank, family, and for tune" (and here the name and titles of Lothair were accurately given), "like many of the scions of the illustrious and influential families of Britain, was impelled by an irresistible motive to enlist as a volunteer in the service of the pope, when the Holy Father was recently-attacked by the secret societies of atheism.  This gallant and gifted youth, after prodigies of valor and devotion, had fallen at Mentana in the sacred cause, and was given up for lost.  The day after the battle, when the ambulances laden with the wounded were hourly arriving at Rome from the field, an English lady, daughter of an illustrious house, celebrated throughout centuries for its devotion to the Holy See, and who during the present awful trial had never ceased in her efforts to support the cause of Christianity, was employed, as was her wont, in offices of charity, and was tending, with her companion sisters, her wounded countrymen at the Hospital La Consolazione, in the new ward which has been recently added to that establishment by the Holy Father.

67.¶19	"While she was leaning over one of the beds, she felt a gentle and peculiar pressure on her shoulder, and, looking round, beheld a most beautiful woman, with a countenance of singular sweetness and yet majesty.  And the visitor said:  'You are attending to those English who believe in the Virgin Mary.  Now at the Hospital Santissima Trinitá di Pellegrini there is in an ambulance a young Englishman apparently dead, but who will not die if you go to him immediately and say you came in the name of the Virgin.'

67.¶20	"The influence of the stranger was so irresistible that the young English lady, attended by a nurse and one of the porters of La Consolazione, repaired instantly to the Di Pellegrini, and there they found in the court-yard, as they had been told, an ambulance, in form and color and equipment unlike any ambulance used by the papal troops, and in the ambulance the senseless body of a youth, who was recognized by the English lady as her young and gallant countryman.  She claimed him in the name of the Blessed Virgin, and, after due remedies, was permitted to take him at once to his noble relatives, who lived in the Palazzo Agostini.

67.¶21	"After a short time much conversation began to circulate about this incident.  The family wished to testify their gratitude to the individual whose information had led to the recovery of the body, and subsequently of the life of their relation; but all that they could at first learn at La Consolazione was, that the porter believed the woman was Maria Serafina di Angelis, the handsome wife of a tailor in the Strada di Ripetta.  But it was soon shown that this could not be true, for it was proved that, on the day in question, Maria Serafina di Angelis was on a visit to a friend at La Riccia; and, in the second place, that she did not bear the slightest resemblance to the stranger who had given the news.  Moreover, the porter of the gate being required to state why he had admitted any stranger without the accustomed order, denied that he had so done; that he was in his lodge and the gates were locked, and the stranger had passed through without his knowledge.

67.¶22	"Two priests were descending the stairs when the stranger came upon them, and they were so struck by the peculiarity of her carriage, that they turned round and looked at her, and clearly observed at the back of her head a sort of halo.  She was out of their sight when they made this observation, but in consequence of it they made inquiries of the porter of the gate, and remained in the court-yard till she returned.

67.¶23	"This she did a few minutes before the English lady and her attendants came down, as they had been detained by the preparation of some bandages and other remedies, without which they never moved.  The porter of the gate having his attention called to the circumstance by the priests, was most careful in his observations as to the halo, and described it as most distinct.  The priests then followed the stranger, who proceeded down a long and solitary street, made up in a great degree of garden and convent walls, and without a turning.  They observed her stop and speak to two or three children, and then, though there was no house to enter and no street to turn into, she vanished.

67.¶24	"When they had reached the children they found each of them holding in its hand a beautiful flower.  It seems the lady had given the boy a rose of Jericho, and to his sister a white and golden lily.  Inquiring whether she had spoken to them, they answered that she had said, 'Let these flowers be kept in remembrance of me; they will never fade.'  And truly, though months had elapsed, these flowers had never failed, and, after the procession of yesterday, they were placed under crystal in the chapel of the Blessed Virgin in the Jesuit Church of St. George of Cappadocia, and may be seen every day, and will be seen forever in primeval freshness.

67.¶25	"This is the truthful account of what really occurred with respect to this memorable event, and as it was ascertained by a consulta of the Holy Office, presided over by the cardinal prefect himself.  The Holy Office is most severe in its inquisition of the truth, and, though it well knows that the Divine presence never leaves His Church, it is most scrupulous in its investigations whenever any miraculous interposition is alleged.  It was entirely by its exertions that the somewhat inconsistent and unsatisfactory evidence of the porter of the gate, in the first instance, was explained, cleared, and established; the whole chain of evidence worked out; all idle gossip and mere rumors rejected; and the evidence obtained of above twenty witnesses of all ranks of life, some of them members of the learned profession, and others military officers of undoubted honor and veracity, who witnessed the first appearance of the stranger at the Pellegrini and the undoubted fact of the halo playing round her temples.

67.¶26	"The consulta of the Holy Office could only draw one inference, sanctioned by the Holy Father himself, as to the character of the personage who thus deigned to appear; and interpose; and no wonder that, in the great function of yesterday, the eyes of all Rome were fixed upon Lothair as the most favored of living men."

67.¶27	He himself now felt as one sinking into an unfathomable abyss.  The despair came over him that involves a man engaged in a hopeless contest with a remorseless power.  All his life during the last year passed rushingly across his mind.  He recalled the wiles that had been employed to induce him to attend a function in a Jesuits' chapel, in an obscure nook of London; the same agencies had been employed there; then, as now, the influence of Clare Arundel had been introduced to sway him when all others had failed.  Belmont had saved him then.  There was no Belmont now.  The last words of Theodora murmured in his ear like the awful voice of a distant sea.  They were the diapason of all the thought and feeling of that profound and passionate spirit.

67.¶28	That seemed only a petty plot in London, and he had since sometimes smiled when he remembered how it had been baffled.  Shallow apprehension!  The petty plot was only part of a great and unceasing and triumphant conspiracy, and the obscure and inferior agencies which he had been rash enough to deride had consummated their commanded purpose in the eyes of all Europe, and with the aid of the great powers of the world.

67.¶29	He felt all the indignation natural to a sincere and high-spirited man, who finds that he has been befooled by those whom he has trustee; but, summoning all his powers to extricate himself from his desolate dilemma, he found himself without resource.  What public declaration on his part could alter the undeniable fact, now circulating throughout the world, that in the supernatural scene of yesterday he was the willing and the principal actor?  Unquestionably he had been very imprudent, not only in that instance, but in his habitual visits to the church; he felt all that now.  But he was tom and shattered, infinitely distressed, both in body and in mind; weak and miserable; and he thought he was leaning on angelic hearts, when he found himself in the embrace of spirits of another sphere.

67.¶30	In what a position of unexampled pain did he not now find himself!  To feel it your duty to quit the faith in which you have been bred must involve an awful pang; but to be a renegade without the consolation of conscience, against your sense, against your will, alike for no celestial hope and no earthly object ‑‑ this was agony mixed with self-contempt.

67.¶31	He remembered what Lady Corisande had once said to him about those who quitted their native church for the Roman communion.  What would she say now?  He marked in imagination the cloud of sorrow on her imperial brow and the scorn of her curled lip.

67.¶32	Whatever happened, he could never return to England ‑‑ at least for many years, when all the things and persons he cared for would have disappeared or changed, which is worse; and then what would be the use of returning?  He would go to America, or Australia, or the Indian Ocean, or the interior of Africa; but even in all these places, according to the correspondence of the Propaganda, he would find Roman priests, and active priests.  He felt himself a lost man; not free from faults in this matter, but punished beyond his errors.  But this is the fate of men who think they can struggle successfully with a supernatural power.

67.¶33	A servant opened a door and said, in a loud voice, that, with his permission, his eminence, the English cardinal, would wait on him.

CHAPTER 68

68.¶1	It is proverbial to what drowning men will cling.  Lothair, in his utter hopelessness, made a distinction between the cardinal and the conspirators.  The cardinal had been absent from Rome during the greater portion of the residence of Lothair in that city.  The cardinal was his father's friend, an English gentleman, with an English education, once an Anglican, a man of the world, a man of honor, a good, kind-hearted man.  Lothair explained the apparent and occasional cooperation of his eminence with the others, by their making use of him without a due consciousness of their purpose on his part.  Lothair remembered how delicately his former guardian had always treated the subject of religion in their conversations.  The announcement of his visit, instead of aggravating the distresses of Lothair, seemed, as all these considerations rapidly occurred to him, almost to impart a ray of hope.

68.¶2	"I see," said the cardinal, as he entered serene and graceful as usual, and glancing at the table, "that you have been reading the account of our great act of yesterday."

68.¶3	"Yes; and I have been reading it," said Lothair, reddening, "with indignation; with alarm; I should add, with disgust."

68.¶4	"How is this?" said the cardinal, feeling or affecting surprise.

68.¶5	"It is a tissue of falsehood and imposture," continued Lothair; "and I will take care that my opinion is known of it."

68.¶6	"Do nothing rashly," said the cardinal.  "This is an official journal, and I have reason to believe that nothing appears in it which is not drawn up, or well considered, by truly pious men."

68.¶7	"You yourself, sir, must know," continued Lothair, "that the whole of this statement is founded on falsehood."

68.¶8	"Indeed, I should be sorry to believe," said the cardinal, "that there was a particle of misstatement, or even exaggeration, either in the base or the superstructure of the narrative."

68.¶9	"Good God!" exclaimed Lothair.  "Why, take the very first allegation, that I fell at Mentana, fighting in the ranks of the Holy Father.  Everyone knows that I fell fighting against him, and that I was almost slain by one of his chassepots.  It is notorious; and though, as a matter of taste, I have not obtruded the fact in the society in which I have been recently living, I have never attempted to conceal it, and have not the slightest doubt that it must be as familiar to every member of that society as to your eminence."

68.¶10	"I know there are two narratives of your relations with the battle of Mentana," observed the cardinal, quietly.  "The one accepted as authentic is that which appears in this journal; the other account, which can only be traced to yourself, bears no doubt a somewhat different character; but considering that it is in the highest degree improbable, and that there is not a tittle of confirmatory or collateral evidence to extenuate its absolute unlikelihood, I hardly think you are justified in using, with reference to the statement in this article, the harsh expression, which I am persuaded, on reflection, you will feel you have hastily used."

68.¶11	"I think," said Lothair, with a kindling eye and a burning cheek, "that I am the best judge of what I did at Mentana."

68.¶12	"Well, well," said the cardinal, with dulcet calmness, "you naturally think so; but you must remember you have been very ill, my dear young friend, and laboring under much excitement.  If I were you ‑‑ and I speak as your friend, I hope your best one ‑‑ I would not dwell too much on this fancy of yours about the battle of Mentana.  I would myself always deal tenderly with a fixed idea: harsh attempts to terminate hallucination are seldom successful.  Nevertheless, in the case of a public event, a matter of fact, if a man finds that he is of one opinion, and all orders of society of another, he should not be encouraged to dwell on a perverted view; he should be gradually weaned from it."

68.¶13	"You amaze me!" said Lothair.

68.¶14	"Not at all," said the cardinal.  "I am sure you will benefit by my advice.  And you must already perceive that, assuming the interpretation which the world without exception places on your conduct in the field to be the just one, there really is not a single circumstance in the whole of this interesting and important statement, the accuracy of which you yourself would for a moment dispute."

68.¶15	"What is there said about me at Mentana makes me doubt of all the rest," said Lothair.

68.¶16	"Well, we will not dwell on Mentana," said the cardinal, with a sweet smile; "I have treated of that point.  Your case is by no means an uncommon one.  It will wear off with returning health.  King George IV believed that he was at the battle of Waterloo, and indeed commanded there; and his friends were at one time a little alarmed; but Knighton, who was a sensible man, said, 'His majesty has only to leave off Curaçoa, and rest assured he will gain no more victories.'  The rest of this statement, which is to-day officially communicated to the whole world, and which in its results will probably be not less important even than the celebration of the centenary of St. Peter, is established by evidence so incontestable ‑‑ by witnesses so numerous, so various ‑‑ in all the circumstances and accidents of testimony so satisfactory ‑‑ I may say so irresistible, that controversy on this head would be a mere impertinence and waste of time."

68.¶17	"I am not convinced," said Lothair.

68.¶18	"Hush!" said the cardinal; "the freaks of your own mind about personal incidents, however lamentable, may be viewed with indulgence ‑‑ at least for a time.  But you cannot be permitted to doubt of the rest.  You must be convinced, and on reflection you will be convinced.  Remember, sir, where you are.  You are in the centre of Christendom, where truth, and where alone truth resides.  Divine authority has perused this paper and approved it.  It is published for the joy and satisfaction of two hundred millions of Christians, and for the salvation of all those who, unhappily for themselves, are not yet converted to the faith.  It records the most memorable event of this century.  Our Blessed Lady has personally appeared to her votaries before during that period, but never at Rome.  Wisely and well she has worked in villages and among the illiterate as at the beginning did her Divine Son.  But the time is now ripe for terminating the infidelity of the world.  In the eternal city, amid all its matchless learning and profound theology, in the sight of thousands, this great act has been accomplished, in a manner which can admit of no doubt, and which can lead to no controversy.  Some of the most notorious atheists of Rome have already solicited to be admitted to the offices of the Church; the secret societies have received their deathblow; I look to the alienation of England as virtually over.  I am panting to see you return to the home of your fathers, and re-conquer it for the Church in the name of the Lord God of Sabaoth.  Never was a man in a greater position since Godfrey or Ignatius.  The eyes of all Christendom are upon you as the most favored of men, and you stand there like Saint Thomas."

68.¶19	"Perhaps he was as bewildered as I am," said Lothair.

68.¶20	"Well, his bewilderment ended in his becoming an apostle, as yours will.  I am glad we have had this conversation, and that we agree; I knew we should.  But now I wish to speak to you on business, and very grave.  The world assumes that, being the favored of Heaven, you are naturally and necessarily a member of the Church.  I, your late guardian, know that is not the case, and sometimes I blame myself that it is not so.  But I have ever scrupulously refrained from attempting to control your convictions; and the result has justified me.  Heaven has directed your life, and I have now to impart to you the most gratifying intelligence that can be communicated by man, and that the Holy Father will to-morrow himself receive you into the bosom of that Church of which he is the divine head.  Christendom will then hail you as its champion and regenerator, and thus will be realized the divine dream with which you were inspired in our morning walk in the park at Vauxe."

CHAPTER 69

69.¶1	It was the darkest hour in Lothair's life.  He had become acquainted with sorrow; he had experienced calamities physical and moral.  The death of Theodora had shaken him to the centre.  It was that first great grief which makes a man acquainted with his deepest feelings, which detracts something from the buoyancy of the youngest life, and dims, to a certain degree, the lustre of existence.  But even that bereavement was mitigated by distractions alike inevitable and ennobling.  The sternest and highest of all obligations, military duty, claimed him with an unfaltering grasp, and the clarion sounded almost as he closed her eyes.  Then he went forth to struggle for a cause which at least she believed to be just and sublime; and if his own convictions on that head might be less assured or precise, still there was doubtless much that was inspiring in the contest, and much dependent on the success of himself and his comrades that tended to the elevation of man.

69.¶2	But, now, there was not a single circumstance to sustain his involved and sinking life.  A renegade ‑‑ a renegade without conviction, without necessity, in absolute violation of the pledge he had given to the person he most honored and most loved, as he received her parting spirit.  And why was all this? and bow was all this?  What system of sorcery had encompassed his existence?  For he was spell-bound ‑‑ as much as any knight in fairy-tale whom malignant influences had robbed of his valor and will and virtue.  No sane person could credit, even comprehend, his position.  Had he the opportunity of stating it in a court of justice to-morrow, he could only enter into a narrative which would decide his lot as an insane being.  The magical rites had been so gradual, so subtle, so multifarious, all in appearance independent of each other, though in reality scientifically combined, that, while the conspirators had probably effected his ruin both in body and in soul, the only charges he could make against them would be acts of exquisite charity, tenderness, self-sacrifice, personal devotion, refined piety, and religious sentiment of the most exalted character.

69.¶3	What was to be done?  And could any thing be done?  Could be escape?  Where from and where to?  He was certain, and had been for some time, from many circumstances, that he was watched.  Could he hope that the vigilance which observed all his movements would scruple to prevent any which might be inconvenient?  He felt assured that, to quit that palace alone, was not in his power.  And were it, whither could he go?  To whom was he to appeal?  And about what was he to appeal?  Should he appeal to the Holy Father?  There would be an opportunity for that to-morrow.  To the College of Cardinals, who had solemnized yesterday with gracious unction his spiritual triumph?  To those congenial spirits, the mild Assessor of the Inquisition, or the president of the Propaganda, who was busied at that moment in circulating throughout both the Americas, all Asia, all Africa, all Australia, and parts of Europe, for the edification of distant millions, the particulars of the miraculous scene in which he was the principal actor?  Should he throw himself on the protection of the ambiguous minister of the British crown, and invoke his aid against a conspiracy touching the rights, reason, and  freedom of one of her majesty's subjects?  He would probably find that functionary inditing a private letter to the English Secretary of State, giving the minister a graphic account of the rare doings of yesterday, and assuring the minister, from his own personal and ocular experience, that a member of one of the highest orders of the British peerage carried in the procession a lighted taper after two angels with amaranthine flowers and golden wings.

69.¶4	Lothair remained in his apartments; no one approached him.  It was the only day that the monsignore had not waited on him.  Father Coleman was equally reserved.  Strange to say, not one of those agreeable and polite gentlemen, fathers of the oratory, who talked about gems, torsos, and excavations, and who always more or less attended his levee, troubled him this morning.  With that exquisite tact which pervades the hierarchical circles of Rome, every one felt that Lothair, on the eve of that event of his life which Providence had so long and so mysteriously prepared, would wish to be undisturbed.

69.¶5	Restless, disquieted, revolving all the incidents of his last year, trying, by terrible analysis, to ascertain how he ever could have got into such a false position, and how he could yet possibly extricate himself from it, not shrinking in many things from self-blame, and yet not recognizing on his part such a degree of deviation from the standard of right feeling, or even of commonsense, as would authorize such an overthrow as that awaiting him ‑‑ high rank and boundless wealth, a station of duty and of honor, some gifts of Nature, and golden youth, and a disposition that at least aspired, in the employment of these, accidents of life and fortune, at something better than selfish gratification, all smashed ‑‑ the day drew on.

69.¶6	Drew on the day, and every hour it seemed his spirit was more lone and dark.  For the first time the thought of death occurred to him as a relief from the perplexities of existence.  How much better had he died at Mentana!  To this pass had arrived the cordial and brilliant Lord of Muriel, who enjoyed and adorned life, and wished others to adorn and to enjoy it; the individual whom, probably, were the majority of the English people polled, they would have fixed upon as filling the most enviable of all positions, and holding out a hope that he was not unworthy of it.  Born with every advantage that could command the sympathies of his fellow-men, with a quick intelligence and a noble disposition, here he was at one-and-twenty ready to welcome death, perhaps even to devise it, as the only rescue from a doom of confusion, degradation, and remorse.

69.¶7	He had thrown himself on a sofa, and had buried his face in his hands to assist the abstraction which he demanded.  There was not an incident of his life that escaped the painful inquisition of his memory.  He passed his childhood once more in that stern Scotch home, that, after all, had been so kind, and, as it would seem, so wise.  The last words of counsel and of warning from his uncle, expressed at Muriel, came back to him.  And yet there seemed a destiny throughout these transactions which was; irresistible!  The last words of Theodora, her look, even more solemn than her tone, might have been breathed over a tripod, for they were a prophecy, not a warning.

69.¶8	How long he had been absorbed in this passionate reverie he knew not but when he looked up again it was night, and the moon had touched his window.  He rose and walked up and down the room, and then went into the corridor.  All was silent; not an attendant was visible; the sky was clear and starry, and the moonlight fell on the tall, still cypresses in the vast quadrangle.

69.¶9	Lothair leaned over the balustrade and gazed upon the moonlit fountains.  The change of scene, silent and yet not voiceless, and the softening spell of the tranquillizing hour, were a relief to him.  And after a time he wandered about the corridors, and after a time he descended into the court.  The tall Swiss, in his grand uniform, was closing the gates which had just released a visitor.  Lothair motioned that he too wished to go forth, and the Swiss obeyed him.  The threshold was passed, and Lothair found himself for the first time alone in Rome.

69.¶10	Utterly reckless, he cared not where he went or what might happen.  The streets were quite deserted, and he wandered about with a strange curiosity, gratified as he sometimes encountered famous objects he had read of, and yet the true character of which no reading ever realizes.

69.¶11	The moonlight becomes the proud palaces of Rome, their corniced and balconied fronts rich with deep shadows in the blaze.  Sometimes he encountered an imperial column; sometimes be came to an arcadian square flooded with light and resonant with the fall of statued fountains.  Emerging from a long, straggling street of convents and gardens, he found himself in an open space full of antique ruins, and among them the form of a colossal amphitheatre that he at once recognized,

69.¶12	It rose with its three tiers of arches and the huge wall that crowns them, black and complete in the air; and not until Lothair had entered it could he perceive the portion of the outer wall that was in ruins, and now bathed with the silver light.  Lothair was alone.  In that huge creation, once echoing with the shouts, and even the agonies, of thousands, Lothair was alone.

69.¶13	He sat him down on a block of stone in that sublime and desolate arena, and asked himself the secret spell of this Rome that had already so agitated his young life, and probably was about critically to affect it.  Theodora lived for Rome and died for Rome.  And the cardinal, born and bred an English gentleman, with many hopes and honors, had renounced his religion, and, it might be said, his country, for Rome.  And for Rome, to-morrow, Catesby would die without a pang, and sacrifice himself for Rome, as his race for three hundred years had given, for the same cause, honor and broad estates and unhesitating lives.  And these very people were influenced by different motives, and thought they were devoting themselves to opposite ends.  But still it was Rome ‑‑ republican or Cæsarian, papal or pagan, it still was Rome.

69.¶14	Was it a breeze in a breezeless night that was sighing amid these ruins?  A pine-tree moved its head on a broken arch, and there was a stir among the plants that hung on the ancient walls.  It was a breeze in a breezeless night that was sighing amid the ruins.

69.¶15	There was a tall crag of ancient building contiguous to the block on which Lothair was seated, and which on his arrival he had noted, although, long lost in reverie, he had not recently turned his glance in that direction.  He was roused from that reverie by the indefinite sense of some change having occurred which often disturbs and terminates one's brooding thoughts.  And looking round, he felt, he saw, he was no longer alone.  The moonbeams fell upon a figure that was observing him from the crag of ruin that was near, and, as the light clustered and gathered round the form, it became every moment more definite and distinct.

69.¶16	Lothair would have sprung forward, but be could only extend his arms: he would have spoken, but his tongue was paralyzed.

69.¶17	"Lothair," said a deep, sweet voice that never could be forgotten.

69.¶18	"I am here," he at last replied.

69.¶19	"Remember!" and she threw upon him that glance, at once serene and solemn, that had been her last, and was impressed indelibly upon his heart of hearts.

69.¶20	Now, he could spring forward and throw himself at her feet, but alas! as he reached her, the figure melted into the moonlight, and she was gone ‑‑ that divine Theodora, who, let us hope, returned at last to those Elysian fields she so well deserved.

CHAPTER 70

70.¶1	"They have overdone it, Gertrude, with Lothair," said Lord Jerome to his wife.  "I spoke to Monsignore Catesby about it some time ago, but he would not listen to me; I had more confidence in the cardinal and am disappointed; but a priest is ever too hot.  His nervous system has been tried too much."

70.¶2	Lady St. Jerome still hoped the best, and believed in it.  She was prepared to accept the way Lothair was found senseless in the Coliseum as a continuance of miraculous interpositions.  He might have remained there for a day or days, and never have been recognized when discovered.  How marvelously providential that Father Coleman should have been in the vicinity, and tempted to visit the great ruin that very night!

70.¶3	Lord St. Jerome was devout, and easy in his temper.  Priests and women seemed to have no difficulty in managing him.  But he was an English gentleman, and there was at the bottom of his character a fund of courage, firmness, and commonsense, that sometimes startled and sometimes perplexed those who assumed that he could be easily controlled.  He was not satisfied with the condition of Lothair, "a peer of England and my connection;" and he had not unlimited confidence in those who had been hitherto consulted as to his state.  There was a celebrated English physician at that time visiting Rome, and Lord St. Jerome, notwithstanding the multiform resistance of Monsignors Catesby, insisted he should be called in to Lothair.

70.¶4	The English physician was one of those men who abhor priests, and do not particularly admire ladies.  The latter, in revenge, denounced his manners as brutal, though they always sent for him, and were always trying, though vainly, to pique him into sympathy.  He rarely spoke, but he listened to every one with entire patience.  He sometimes asked a question, but he never made a remark.

70.¶5	Lord St. Jerome had seen the physician, alone before he visited the Palazzo Agostini, and had talked to him freely about Lothair.  The physician saw at once that Lord St. Jerome was truthful, and that, though his intelligence might be limited, it was pure and direct.  Appreciating Lord St. Jerome, that nobleman found the redoubtable doctor not ungenial, and assured his wife that she would meet on the morrow by no means so savage a being as she anticipated.  She received him accordingly, and in the presence of Monsignore Catesby.  Never had she exercised her distinguished powers of social rhetoric with more art and fervor, and never apparently had they proved less productive of the intended consequences.  The physician said not a word, and merely bowed when exhausted Nature consigned the luminous and impassioned Lady St. Jerome to inevitable silence.  Monsignore Catesby felt he was bound in honor to make some diversion in her favor; repeat some of her unanswered inquiries, and reiterate some of her unnoticed views; but the only return he received was silence, without a bow, and then the physician remarked, "I presume I can now see the patient."

70.¶6	The English physician was alone with Lothair for some time, and then he met in consultation the usual attendants.  The result of all these proceedings was that he returned to the saloon, in which he found Lord and Lady St. Jerome, Monsignore Catesby, and Father Coleman, and he then said:  "My opinion is, that his lordship should quit Rome immediately, and I think he had better return at once to his own country."

70.¶7	All the efforts of the English Propaganda were now directed to prevent the return of Lothair to his own country.  The cardinal and Lady St. Jerome, and the monsignore, and Father Coleman, all the beautiful young countesses who had "gone over" to Rome, and all the spirited young earls who had come over to bring their wives back, but had unfortunately remained themselves, looked very serious, and spoke much in whispers.  Lord St. Jerome was firm that Lothair should immediately leave the city, and find that change of scene and air which were declared by authority to be indispensable for his health, both of mind and body.  But his return to England, at this moment, was an affair of serious difficulty.  He could not return unattended, and attended, too, by some intimate and devoted friend.  Besides, it was very doubtful whether Lothair had strength remaining to bear so great an exertion, and at such a season of the year ‑‑ and he seemed disinclined to it himself.  He also wished to leave Rome, but he wished also in time to extend his travels.  Amid these difficulties, a Neapolitan duke, a great friend of Monsignore Catesby, a gentleman who always had a friend in need, offered to the young English noble, the interesting young Englishman so favored by Heaven, the use of his villa on the coast of the remotest part of Sicily, near Syracuse.  Here was a solution of many difficulties: departure from Rome, change of scene and air ‑‑ sea air, too, particularly recommended ‑‑ and almost the same as a return to England, without an effort, for was it not an island, only with a better climate, and a people with free institutions, or a taste for them, which is the same?

70.¶8	The mode in which Lady St. Jerome and Monsignors Catesby consulted Lord St. Jerome on the subject took the adroit but insidious form of congratulating him on the entire and unexpected fulfilment of his purpose.  "Are we not fortunate?" exclaimed her ladyship, looking up brightly in his face, and gently pressing one of his arms.

70.¶9	"Exactly everything your lordship required," echoed Monsignore Catesby, congratulating him by pressing the other.

70.¶10	The cardinal said to Lord St. Jerome, in the course of the morning, in an easy way, and as if he were not thinking too much of the matter, "So, you have got out of all your difficulties."

70.¶11	Lord St. Jerome was not entirely satisfied, but he thought he had done a great deal, and, to say the truth, the effort for him had not been inconsiderable; and so the result was that Lothair, accompanied by Monsignore Catesby and Father Coleman, travelled by easy stages, and chiefly on horseback, through a delicious and romantic country, which alone did Lothair a great deal of good, to the coast; crossed the straits on a serene afternoon, visited Messina and Palermo, and finally settled at their point of destination ‑‑ the Villa Catalano.

70.¶12	Nothing could be more satisfactory than the monsignore's bulletin, announcing to his friends at Rome their ultimate arrangements.  Three weeks' travel, air, horse exercise, the inspiration of the landscape and the clime, had wonderfully restored Lothair, and they might entirely count on his passing Holy Week at Rome, when all they had hoped and prayed for would, by the blessing of the Holy Virgin, be accomplished.

CHAPTER 71

71.¶1	The terrace of the Villa Catalano, with its orange and palm trees, looked upon a sea of lapiz lazuli, and rose from a shelving shore of aloes and arbutus.  The waters reflected the color of the sky, and all the foliage wag bedewed with the same violet light of morn which bathed the softness of the distant mountains, and the undulating beauty of the ever-varying coast.

71.¶2	Lothair was walking on the terrace, his favorite walk, for it was the duly occasion on which he ever found himself alone.  Not that he had any reason to complain of his companions.  More complete ones could scarcely be selected.  Travel, which, they say, tries all tempers, had only proved the engaging equanimity of Catesby, and had never disturbed the amiable repose of his brother priest: and then they were so entertaining and so instructive, as well as handy and experienced in all common things.  The monsignore had so much taste and feeling, and various knowledge; and as for the reverend father, all the antiquaries they daily encountered were mere children in his hands, who, without effort, could explain and illustrate every scene and object, and spoke as if he had never given a thought to any other theme than Sicily and Syracuse, the expedition of Nicias, and the adventures of Agathocles.  And yet, during all their travels, Lothair felt that he never was alone.  This was remarkable at the great cities, such as Messina and Palermo, but it was a prevalent habit in less-frequented places.  There was a petty town near them, which he had never visited alone, although he had made more than one attempt with that view; and it was only on the terrace in the early morn, a spot whence he could be observed from the villa, and which did not easily communicate with the precipitous and surrounding scenery, that Lothair would indulge that habit of introspection which he had pursued through many a long ride, and which to him was a never-failing source of interest and even excitement.

71.¶3	He wanted to ascertain the causes of what he deemed the failure of his life, and of the dangers and discomfiture that were still impending over him.  Were these causes to be found in any peculiarity of his disposition, or in the general inexperience and incompetence of youth?  The latter, he was now quite willing to believe, would lead their possessors into any amount of disaster, but his ingenuous nature hesitated before it accepted them as the self-complacent solution of his present deplorable position.

71.¶4	Of a nature profound and inquisitive, though with a great fund of reverence which had been developed by an ecclesiastical education, Lothair now felt that he had started in life with an extravagant appreciation of the influence of the religious principle on the conduct of human affairs.  With him, when heaven was so nigh, earth could not be remembered; and yet experience showed that, so long as one was on the earth, the incidents of this planet considerably controlled one's existence, both in behavior and in thought.  All the world could not retire to Mount Athos.  It was clear, therefore, that there was a juster conception of the relations between religion and life than that which he had at first adopted.

71.¶5	Practically, Theodora had led, or was leading, him to this result; but Theodora, though religious, did not bow before those altars to which he for a moment had never been faithless.  Theodora believed in her immortality, and did not believe in death according to the ecclesiastical interpretation.  But her departure from the scene, and the circumstances under which it had taken place, had unexpectedly and violently restored the course of his life to its old bent.  Shattered and shorn, he was willing to believe that he was again entering the kingdom of heaven, but found he was only under the gilded dome of a Jesuit's church, and woke to reality, from a scene of magical deceptions, with a sad conviction that even cardinals and fathers of the Church were inevitably influenced in this life by its interest and his passions.

71.¶6	But the incident of his life that most occupied ‑‑ it might be said engrossed ‑‑ his meditation was the midnight apparition in the Coliseum.  Making every allowance that a candid nature and an ingenious mind could suggest for explicatory circumstances; the tension of his nervous system, which was then doubtless strained to its last point; the memory of her death-scene, which always harrowed and haunted him; and that dark collision between his promise and his life which then, after so many efforts, appeared by some supernatural ordination to be about inevitably to occur in that very Rome whose gigantic shades surrounded him; he still could not resist the conviction that he had seen the form of Theodora and had listened to her voice.  Often the whole day, when they were travelling, and his companions watched him on his saddle in silent thought, his mind in reality was fixed on this single incident and he was cross-examining his memory as some adroit and ruthless advocate deals with the witness in the box, and tries to demonstrate his infidelity or his weakness.

71.¶7	But whether it were indeed the apparition of his adored friend or a distempered dream, Lothair not less recognized the warning as divine, and the only conviction he had arrived at throughout his Sicilian travels was a determination that, however tragical the cost, his promise to Theodora should never be broken.

71.¶8	The beautiful terrace of the Villa Catalano overlooked a small bay to which it descended by winding walks.  The water was deep, and in any other country the bay might have been turned to good account; but bays abounded on this coast, and the people, with many harbors, had no freights to occupy them.  This morn, this violet morn, when the balm of the soft breeze refreshed Lothair, and the splendor of the rising sun began to throw a flashing line upon the azure waters, a few fishermen in one of the country boats happened to come in, about to dry a net upon a sunny bank.  The boat was what is called a speronaro; an open boat worked with oars, but with a lateen sail at the same time when the breeze served.

71.¶9	Lothair admired the trim of the vessel, and got talking with the men as they ate their bread and olives, and a small fish or two.

71.¶10	"And your lateen sail ‑‑ ?" continued Lothair.

71.¶11	"Is the best thing in the world, except in a white squall," replied the sailor, "and then every thing is queer in these seas with an open boat, though I am not afraid of Santa Agnese, and that is her name.  But I took two English officers who came over here for sport and whose leave of absence was out ‑‑ I took them over in her to Malta, and did it in ten hours.  I believe it had never been done in an open boat before, but it was neck or nothing with them."

71.¶12	"And you saved them?"

71.¶13	"With the lateen up the whole way."

71.¶14	"They owed you much, and I hope they paid you well."

71.¶15	"I asked them ten ducats," said the man, "and they paid me ten ducats."

71.¶16	Lothair had his hand in his pocket all this time, feeling, but imperceptibly, for his purse, and, when be had found it, feeling how it was lined.  He generally carried about him as much as Fortunatus.

71.¶17	"What are you going to do with yourselves this morning?" said Lothair.

71.¶18	"Well, not much; we thought of throwing the net, but we have had one dip, and no great luck."

71.¶19	"Are you inclined to give me a sail?"

71.¶20	"Certainly, signor."

71.¶21	"Have you a mind to go to Malta?"

71.¶22	"That is business, signor."

71.¶23	"Look here," said Lothair, "here are ten ducats in this purse, and a little more.  I will give them to you if you will take me to Malta at once; but, if you will start in a hundred seconds, before the sun touches that rock, and the waves just beyond it are already bright, you shall have ten more ducats when you reach the isle."

71.¶24	"Step in, signor."

71.¶25	From the nature of the course, which was not in the direction of the open sea, for they had to double Cape Passaro, the; speronaro was out of the sight of the villa in a few minutes.  They rowed only till they had doubled the cape, and then set the lateen sail, the breeze being light, but steady and favorable.  They were soon in open sea, no land in sight.  "And, if a white squall does rise," thought Lothair, "it will only settle many difficulties."

71.¶26	But no white squall came; every thing was favorable to their progress; the wind the current, the courage, and spirit of the men, who liked the adventure, and liked Lothair.  Night came on, but they were as tender to him as women, fed him with their least coarse food, and covered him with a cloak made of stuff spun by their mothers and their sisters.

71.¶27	Lothair was slumbering when the patron of the boat roused him, and he saw at hand many lights, and, in a few minutes, was in still water.  They were in one of the harbors of Malta, but not permitted to land at midnight, and, when the morn arrived, the obstacles to the release of Lothair were not easily removed.  A speronaro, an open boat from Sicily, of course with no papers to prove their point of departure ‑‑ here were materials for doubt and difficulty, of which the petty officers of the port knew how to avail themselves.  They might come from Barbary, from an infected port; plague might be aboard, a question of quarantine.  Lothair observed that they were nearly alongside of a fine steam-yacht, English, for it bore the cross of St. George; and, while on the quay, he and the patron of the speronaro arguing with the officers of the port, a gentleman from the yacht put ashore in a boat, of which the bright equipment immediately attracted attention.  The gentleman landed almost close to the point where the controversy was carrying on.  The excited manner and voice of the Sicilian mariner could not escape notice.  The gentleman stopped and looked at the group, and then suddenly exclaimed:  "Good Heavens! my lord, can it be you?"

71.¶28	"Ah, Mr. Phœbus, you will help me!" said Lothair; and then he went up to him and told him every thing.  All difficulties, of course, vanished before the presence of Mr. Phœbus, whom the officers of the port evidently looked upon as a being beyond criticism and control.

71.¶29	"And now," said Mr. Phœbus, "about your people and your baggage?"

71.¶30	"I have neither servants nor clothes," said Lothair, "and, if it had not been for these good people, I should not have had food."

CHAPTER 72

72.¶1	Phœbus, in his steam-yacht Pan, of considerable admeasurement, and fitted up with every luxury and convenience that science and experience could suggest, was on his way to an island which he occasionally inhabited, near the Asian coast of the Ægean Sea, and which he rented from the chief of his wife's house, the Prince of Samos.  Mr. Phœbus, by his genius and fame, commanded a large income, and he spent it freely and fully.  There was nothing of which he more disapproved than accumulation.  It was a practice which led to sordid habits, and was fatal to the beautiful.  On the whole, he thought it more odious even than debt, more permanently degrading.  Mr. Phœbus liked pomp and graceful ceremony, and he was of opinion that great artists should lead a princely life, so that, in their manners and method of existence, they might furnish models to mankind in general, and elevate the tone and taste of nations.

72.¶2	Sometimes, when he observed a friend noticing with admiration, perhaps with astonishment, the splendor or finish of his equipments, he would say:  "The world think I had a large fortune with Madame Phœbus.  I had nothing.  I understand that a fortune, and no inconsiderable one, would have been given had I chosen to ask for it.  But I did not choose to ask for it.  I made Madame Phœbus my wife because she was the finest specimen of the Aryan race that I was acquainted with, and I would have no considerations mixed up with the high motive that influenced me.  My father-in-law Cantacuzene, whether from a feeling of gratitude or remorse, is always making us magnificent presents.  I like to receive magnificent presents, but also to make them; and I presented him with a picture which is the gem of his gallery, and which, if he ever part with it, will in another generation be contended for by kings and peoples.

72.¶3	"On her last birthday we breakfasted with my father-in-law Cantacuzene, and Madame Phœbus found in her napkin a check for five thousand pounds.  I expended it immediately in jewels for her personal use; for I wished my father-in-law to understand that there are other princely families in the world besides the Cantacuzenes."

72.¶4	A friend once ventured inquiringly to suggest whether his way of life might not be conducive to envy, and so disturb that serenity of sentiment necessary to the complete life of an artist.  But Mr. Phœbus would not for a moment admit the soundness of the objection.  "No," he said, "envy is a purely intellectual process.  Splendor never excites it; a man of splendor is looked upon always with favor ‑‑ his appearance exhilarates the heart of man.  He is always popular.  People wish to dine with him, to borrow his money, but they do not envy him.  If you want to know what envy is, you should live among artists.  You should hear me lecture at the Academy.  I have sometimes suddenly turned round and caught countenances like that of the man who was waiting at the comer of the street for Benvenuto Cellini, in order to assassinate the great Florentine."

72.¶5	It was impossible for Lothair in his present condition to have fallen upon a more suitable companion than Mr. Phœbus.  It is not merely change of scene and air that we sometimes want, but a revolution in the atmosphere of thought and feeling in which we live and breathe.  Besides his great intelligence and fancy, and his peculiar views on art and man and affairs in general, which always interested their hearer, and sometimes convinced, there was a general vivacity in Mr. Phœbus and a vigorous sense of life, which were inspiriting to his companions.  When there was any thing to be done, great or small, Mr. Phœbus liked to do it; and this, as he averred, from a sense of duty, since, if any thing is to be done, it should be done in the best manner, and no one could do it so well as Mr. Phœbus.  He always acted as if he had been created to be the oracle and model of the human race, but the oracle was never pompous or solemn, and the model was always beaming with good-nature and high spirits.

72.¶6	Mr. Phœbus liked Lothair.  He liked youth, and good-looking youth; and youth that was intelligent and engaging and well-mannered.  He also liked old men.  But, between fifty and seventy, he saw little to approve of in the dark sex.  They had lost their good looks if they ever had any, their wits were on the wane, and they were invariably selfish.  When they attained second childhood, the charm often returned.  Age was frequently beautiful, wisdom appeared like an aftermath, and the heart which seemed dry and deadened suddenly put forth shoots of sympathy.

72.¶7	Mr. Phœbus postponed his voyage in order that Lothair might make his preparations to become his guest in his island.  "I cannot take you to a banker," said Mr. Phœbus, "for I have none; but I wish you would share my purse.  Nothing will ever induce me to use what they call paper money.  It is the worst thing that what they call civilization has produced; neither hue nor shape, and yet a substitute for the richest color, and, where the arts flourish, the finest forms."

72.¶8	The telegraph which brought an order to the bankers at Malta to give an unlimited credit to Lothair, rendered it unnecessary for our friend to share what Mr. Phœbus called his purse, and yet he was glad to have the opportunity of seeing it, as Mr. Phœbus one morning opened a chest in his cabin and produced several velvet bags, one full of pearls, another of rubies, others of Venetian sequins, Napoleons, and golden piastres.  "I like to look at them," said Mr. Phœbus, "and find life more intense when they are about my person.  But bank-notes, so cold and thin ‑‑ they give me an ague."

72.¶9	Madame Phœbus and her sister Euphrosyne welcomed Lothair in maritime costumes which were absolutely bewitching; wondrous jackets with loops of pearls, girdles defended by dirks with handles of turquoises, and tilted hats that; while they screened their long eyelashes from the sun, crowned the longer braids of their never-ending hair.  Mr. Phœbus gave banquets every day on board his yacht, attended by the chief personages of the island, and the most agreeable officers of the garrison.  They dined upon deck, and it delighted him, with a surface of sang-froid, to produce a repast which both in its material and its treatment was equal to the refined festivals of Paris.  Sometimes they had a dance; sometimes in his barge, rowed by a crew in Venetian dresses, his guests glided on the tranquil waters, under a starry sky, and listened to the exquisite melodies of their hostess and her sister.

72.¶10	At length the day of departure arrived.  It was bright, with a breeze favorable to the sail and opportune for the occasion.  For all the officers of the garrison, and all beautiful Valetta itself, seemed present in their yachts and barges to pay their last tribute of admiration to the enchanting sisters and the all-accomplished owner of the Pan.  Placed on the galley of his yacht, Mr. Phœbus surveyed the brilliant and animated scene with delight.  "This is the way to conduct life," he said.  "If, fortunately for them, I could have passed another month among these people, I could have developed a feeling equal to the old regattas of the Venetians."

72.¶11	The Ægean isle occupied by Mr. Phœbus was of no inconsiderable dimensions.  A chain of mountains of white marble intersected it, covered with forests of oak, though in parts precipitous and bare.  The lowlands, while they produced some good crops of grain, and even cotton and silk, were chiefly clothed with fruit-trees ‑‑ orange and lemon, and the fig, the olive, and the vine.  Sometimes the land was uncultivated, and was principally covered with myrtles, of large size, and oleanders, and arbutus, and thorny brooms.  Here game abounded, while from the mountain-forests the wolf sometimes descended, and spoiled and scared the islanders.

72.¶12	On the sea-shore, yet not too near the wave, and on a sylvan declivity, was along, pavilion-looking building, painted in white and arabesque.  It was backed by the forest, which had a park-like character from its partial clearance, and which, after a convenient slip of even land, ascended the steeper country and took the form of wooded hills, backed in due time by still sylvan yet loftier elevations, and sometimes a glittering peak.

72.¶13	"Welcome, my friend!" said Mr. Phœbus to Lothair.  "Welcome to an Aryan clime, an Aryan landscape, and an Aryan race!  It will do you good after your Semitic hallucinations."

CHAPTER 73

73.¶1	Mr. Phœbus pursued a life in his island partly feudal, partly Oriental, partly Venetian, and partly idiosyncratic.  He had a grand studio, where he could always find interesting occupation in drawing every fine face and form in his dominions.  Then he hunted, and that was a remarkable scene.  The ladies, looking like Diana or her nymphs, were mounted on cream-colored Anatolian chargers, with golden bells; while Mr. Phœbus himself, in green velvet and seven-leagued boots, sounded a wondrous twisted horn, rife with all the inspiring or directing notes of musical and learned venerie.  His neighbors of condition came mounted, but the field was by no means confined to cavaliers.  A vast crowd of men, in small caps and jackets and huge white breeches, and armed with all the weapons of Palikari, handjars and ataghans and silver-sheathed muskets of uncommon length and almost as old as the battle of Lepanto, always rallied round his standard.  The equestrians caracoled about the park, and the horns sounded, and the hounds bayed, and the men shouted, till the deer had all scudded away.  Then, by degrees, the hunters entered the forest, and the notes of venerie became more faint and the shouts more distant.  Then, for two or three hours, all was silent, save the sound of an occasional shot or the note of a stray hound, until the human stragglers began to reappear emerging from the forest, and in due time the great body of the hunt, and a gilded cart drawn by mules and carrying the prostrate forms of fallow-deer and roebuck.  None of the ceremonies of the chase were omitted, and the crowd dispersed, refreshed by Samian wine, which Mr. Phœbus was teaching them to make without resin, and which they quaffed with shrugging shoulders.

73.¶2	"We must have a wolf-hunt for you," said Euphrosyne to Lothair.  "You like excitement, I believe?"

73.¶3	"Well, I am rather inclined for repose at present, and I came here with the hope of obtaining it."

73.¶4	"Well, we are never idle here; in fact, that would be impossible with Gaston.  He has established here an academy of the fine arts, and also revived the gymnasia; and my sister and myself have schools ‑‑ only music and dancing; Gaston does not approve of letters.  The poor people have, of course, their primary schools, with their priests, and Gaston does not interfere with them, but he regrets their existence.  He looks upon reading and writing as very injurious to education."

73.¶5	Sometimes reposing on divans, the sisters received the chief persons of the isle, and regaled them with fruits and sweetmeats, and coffee and sherbets, while Gaston's chibouques and tobacco of Salonica were a proverb.  These meetings always ended with dance and song, replete, according to Mr. Phœbus, with studies of Aryan life.

73.¶6	"I believe these islanders to be an unmixed race," said Mr. Phœbus.  "The same form and visage prevails throughout; and very little changed in any thing ‑‑ even in their religion."

73.¶7	"Unchanged in their religion!" said Lothair, with some astonishment.

73.¶8	"Yes; you will find it so.  Their existence is easy; their wants are not great, and their means of subsistence plentiful.  They pass much of their life in what is called amusement ‑‑ and what is it?  They make parties of pleasure; they go in procession to a fountain or a grove.  They dance and eat fruit, and they return home singing songs.  They have, in fact, been performing unconsciously the religious ceremonies of their ancestors, and which they pursue, and will forever, though they may have forgotten the name of the dryad or the nymph who presides over their waters."

73.¶9	"I should think their priests would guard them from these errors," said Lothair.

73.¶10	"The Greek priests, particularly in these Asian islands, are good sort of people," said Mr. Phœbus.  "They marry and have generally large families, often very beautiful.  They have no sacerdotal feelings, for they never can have any preferment; all the high posts in the Greek Church being reserved for the monks, who study what is called theology.  The Greek parish priest is not at all Semitic; there is nothing to counteract his Aryan tendencies.  I have already raised the statue of a nymph at one of their favorite springs and places of pleasant pilgrimage, and I have a statue now in the island, still in its case, which I contemplate installing in a famous grove of laurel not far off and very much resorted to."

73.¶11	"And what then?" inquired Lothair.

73.¶12	"Well, I have a conviction that among the great races the old creeds will come back," said Mr. Phœbus, "and it will be acknowledged that true religion is the worship of the beautiful.  For the beautiful cannot be attained without virtue, if virtue consists, as I believe, in the control of the passions, in the sentiment of repose, and the avoidance in all things of excess."

73.¶13	One night Lothair was walking home with the sisters from a village festival where they had been much amused.

73.¶14	"You have had a great many adventures since we first met?" said Madame Phœbus.

73.¶15	"Which makes it seem longer ago than it really is," said Lothair.

73.¶16	"You count time by emotion, then?" said Euphrosyne.

73.¶17	"Well, it is a wonderful thing, however it be computed," said Lothair.

73.¶18	"For my part, I do not think that it ought to be counted at all," said Madame Phœbus; "and there is nothing to me so detestable in Europe as the quantity of clocks and watches."

73.¶19	"Do you use a watch, my lord?" asked Euphrosyne, in a tone which always seemed to Lothair one of mocking artlessness.

73.¶20	"I believe I never wound it up when I had one," said Lothair.

73.¶21	"But you make such good use of your time," said Madame Phœbus, "you do not require watches."

73.¶22	"I am glad to hear I make good use of my time," said Lothair, "but a little surprised."

73.¶23	"But you are so good, so religious," said Madame Phœbus.  "That is a great thing; especially for one so young."

73.¶24	"Hem!" said Lothair.

73.¶25	"That must have been a beautiful procession at Rome," said Euphrosyne.

73.¶26	"I was rather a spectator of it than an actor in it," said Lothair, with some seriousness.  "It is too long a tale to enter into, but my part in those proceedings was entirely misrepresented."

73.¶27	"I believe that nothing in the newspapers is ever true," said Madame Phœbus.

73.¶28	"And that is why they are so popular," added Euphrosyne; "the taste of the age being so decidedly for fiction."

73.¶29	"Is it true that you escaped from a convent to Malta?" said Madame Phœbus.

73.¶30	"Not quite," said Lothair, "but true enough for conversations."

73.¶31	"As confidential as the present, I suppose?" said Euphrosyne.

73.¶32	"Yes, when we are grave, as we are inclined to be now," said Lothair.

73.¶33	"Then, you have been fighting a good deal," said Madame Phœbus.

73.¶34	"You are putting me on a court-martial, Madame Phœbus," said Lothair.

73.¶35	"But we do not know on which side you were," said Euphrosyne.

73.¶36	"That is matter of history," said Lothair, "and that, you know, is always doubtful."

73.¶37	"Well, I do not like fighting," said Madame Phœbus, "and for my part I never could find out that it did an good."

73.¶38	"And what do you like?" said Lothair.  "Tell me how would you pass your life?"

73.¶39	"Well, much as I do.  I do not know that I want any change, except I think I should like it to be always summer."

73.¶40	"And I would have perpetual spring," said Euphrosyne.

73.¶41	"But, summer or spring, what would be your favorite pursuit?"

73.¶42	"Well, dancing is very nice," said Madame Phœbus.

73.¶43	"But we cannot always, be dancing," said Lothair.

73.¶44	"Then we would sing," said Euphrosyne.

73.¶45	"But the time comes when one can neither dance nor sing," said Lothair.

73.¶46	"Oh, then we become part of the audience," said Madame Phœbus, "the people for whose amusement everybody labors."

73.¶47	"And enjoy power without responsibility," said Euphrosyne, "detect false notes and mark awkward gestures.  How can any one doubt of Providence with such a system of constant compensation!"

73.¶48	There was something in the society of these two sisters that Lothair began to find highly attractive.  Their extraordinary beauty, their genuine and unflagging gayety, their thorough enjoyment of existence, and the variety of resources with which they made life amusing and graceful, all contributed to captivate him.  They had, too, a great love and knowledge both of art and nature, and insensibly they weaned Lothair from that habit of introspection which, though natural to him, be had too much indulged, and taught him to find sources of interest and delight in external objects.  He was beginning to feel happy in this islands and wishing that his life might never change, when one day Mr. Phœbus informed them that the Prince Agathonides, the eldest son of the Prince of Samos, would arrive from Constantinople in a few days, and would pay them a visit.  "He will come with some retinue," said Mr. Phœbus, "but I trust we shall be able by our reception to show that the Cantacuzenes are not the only princely family in the world."

73.¶49	Mr. Phœbus was confident in his resources in this respect, for his yacht's crew in their Venetian dresses could always furnish a guard of honor which no Grecian prince or Turkish pacha could easily rival.  When the eventful day arrived, he was quite equal to the occasion.  The yacht was dressed in every part with the streaming colors of all nations, the banner of Gaston Phœbus waved from his pavilion, the guard of honor kept the ground, but the population of the isle were present in numbers and in their most showy costume, and a battery of ancient Turkish guns fired a salute without an accident.

73.¶50	The Prince Agathonides was a youth, good looking and dressed in a splendid Palikar costume, though his manners were quite European, being an attaché to the Turkish embassy at Vienna.  He had with him a sort of governor, a secretary, servants in Mamlouk dresses, pipe-bearers, and grooms, there being some horses as presents from his father to Mr. Phœbus, and some rarely-embroidered kerchiefs and choice perfumes and Persian greyhounds for the ladies.

73.¶51	'The arrival of the young prince was the signal for a series of entertainments on the island.  First of all, Mr. Phœbus resolved to give a dinner in the Frank style, to prove to Agathonides that there were other members of the Cantacuzene family besides himself who comprehended a first-rate Frank dinner.  The chief people of the island were invited to this banquet.  They drank the choicest grapes of France and Germany, were stuffed with truffles, and sat on little cane chairs.  But one might detect in their countenances how they sighed for their easy divans, their simple dishes, and their resinous wine.  Then there was a wolf-hunt, and other sport; a great day of gymnasia, many dances and much music; in fact, there were choruses all over the island, and every night was a serenade.

73.¶52	Why such general joy?  Because it was understood that the heir-apparent of the isle, their future sovereign, had in fact arrived to make his bow to the beautiful Euphrosyne, as though he saw her for the first time.

CHAPTER 74

74.¶1	Very shortly after his arrival at Malta, Mr. Phœbus had spoken to Lothair about Theodora.  It appeared that Lucien Campian, though severely wounded, had escaped with Garibaldi after the battle of Mentana into the Italian territories.  Here they were at once arrested, but not severely detained, and Colonel Campian took the first opportunity of revisiting England, where, after settling his affairs, he had returned to his native country, from which he had been separated for many years.  Mr. Phœbus during the interval had seen a great deal of him, and the colonel departed for America under the impression that Lothair had been among the slain at the final struggle.

74.¶2	"Campian is one of the beat men I over knew," said Phœbus.  "He was a remarkable instance of energy combined with softness of disposition.  In my opinion, however, he ought never to have visited Europe: he was made to clear the backwoods, and govern man by the power of his hatchet and the mildness of his words.  He was fighting for freedom all his life, yet slavery made and slavery destroyed him.  Among all the freaks of Fate nothing is more surprising than that this Transatlantic planter should have been ordained to be the husband of a divine being ‑‑ a true Hellenic goddess, who in the good days would have been worshipped in this country, and have inspired her race to actions of grace, wisdom, and beauty."

74.¶3	"I greatly esteem him," said Lothair "and I shall write to him directly."

74.¶4	"Except by Campian, who spoke probably about you to no one save myself," continued Phœbus, "your name has never been mentioned with reference to those strange transactions.  Once there was a sort of rumor that you had met with some mishap, but these things were contradicted and explained, and then forgotten: and people were all out of town.  I believe that Cardinal Grandison communicated with your man of business, and between them every thing was kept quiet, until this portentous account of your doings at Rome, which transpired after we left England and which met us at Malta."

74.¶5	"I have written to my man of business about that," said Lothair, "but I think it will tax all his ingenuity to explain, or to mystify it as successfully as he did the preceding adventures.  At any rate, he will not have the assistance of my lord cardinal."

74.¶6	"Theodora was a remarkable woman on many accounts," said Mr. Phœbus, "but particularly on this, that, although one of the most beautiful women that ever existed, she was adored by beautiful women.  My wife adored her; Euphrosyne, who has no enthusiasm, adored her; the Princess of Tivoli, the most capricious being probably that ever existed, adored; and always adored, Theodora.  I think it must have been that there was on her part a total absence of vanity, and this the more strange in one whose vocation in her earlier life had been to attract and live on popular applause; but I have seen her quit theatres ringing with admiration and enter her carriage with the serenity of a Phidian muse."

74.¶7	"I adored her," said Lothair, "but I never could quite solve her character.  Perhaps it was too rich and deep far rapid comprehension."

74.¶8	"We shall never perhaps see her like again," said Mr. Phœbus.  "It was a rare combination, peculiar to the Tyrrhenian sea.  I am satisfied that we must go there to find the pure Hellenic blood, and from thence it got to Rome."

74.¶9	"We may not see her like again, but we may see her again," said Lothair; "and sometimes I think she is always hovering over me."

74.¶10	In this vein, when they were alone, they were frequently speaking of the departed, and one day ‑‑ it was before the arrival of Prince Agathonides ‑‑ Mr. Phœbus said to Lothair:  "We will ride this morning to what we call the grove of Daphne.  It is a real laurel-grove.  Some of the trees must be immemorial, and deserve to have been sacred, if once they were not so.  In their huge, grotesque forms you would not easily recognize your polished friends of Europe, so trim and glossy and shrub-like.  The people are very fond of this grove, and make frequent processions there.  Once a year they must be headed by their priest.  No one knows why, nor has he the slightest idea of the reason of the various ceremonies which he that day performs.  But we know, and some day he or his successors will equally understand them.  Yes, if I remain here long enough ‑‑ and I sometimes think I will never again quit the isle ‑‑ I shall expect some fine summer night, when there is that rich stillness which the whispering waves only render more intense, to hear a voice of music on the mountains declaring that the god Pan has returned to earth."

74.¶11	It was a picturesque ride, as every ride was on this island, skirting the sylvan hills with the sea glimmering in the distance.  Lothair was pleased with the approaches to the sacred grove: now and then a single tree with gray branches and a green head, then a great spread of underwood, all laurel, and then spontaneous plantations of young trees.

74.¶12	"There was always a vacant space in the centre of the grove," said Mr. Phœbus, "once sadly overrun with wild shrubs, but I have cleared it and restored the genius of the spot.  See!"

74.¶13	They entered the sacred circle and beheld a statue raised on a porphyry pedestal.  The light fell with magical effect on the face of the statue.  It was the statue of Theodora, the placing of which in the pavilion of Belmont Mr. Phœbus was superintending when Lothair first made his acquaintance.

CHAPTER 75

75.¶1	The Prince Agathonides seemed quite to monopolize the attention of Madame Phœbus and her sister.  This was not very unreasonable, considering that he was their visitor, the future chief of their house, and had brought them so many embroidered pocket-handkerchiefs, choice scents, and fancy dogs.  But Lothair thought it quite disgusting, nor could he conceive what they saw in him, what they were talking about or laughing about, for, so far as he had been able to form any opinion on the subject, the prince was a shallow-pated coxcomb without a single quality to charm any woman of sense and spirit.  Lothair began to consider how he could pursue his travels, where he should go to, and, when that was settled, how he should get there.

75.¶2	Just at this moment of perplexity, as is often the case, something occurred which no one could foresee, but which, like every event, removed some difficulties and introduced others.

75.¶3	There arrived at the island a dispatch forwarded to Mr. Phœbus by the Russian ambassador at Constantinople, who had received it from his colleague at London.  This dispatch contained a proposition to Mr. Phœbus to repair to the court of St. Petersburg, and accept appointments of high distinction and emolument.  Without in any way restricting the independent pursuit of his profession, he was offered a large salary, the post of court painter, and the presidency of the Academy of Fine Arts.  Of such moment did the Russian Government deem the official presence of this illustrious artist in their country, that it was intimated, if the arrangement could be effected, its conclusion might be celebrated by conferring on Mr. Phœbus a patent of nobility and a decoration of a high class.  The dispatch contained a private letter from an exalted member of the imperial family, who had had the high and gratifying distinction of making Mr. Phœbus's acquaintance in London, personally pressing the acceptance by him of the general proposition, assuring him of cordial welcome and support, and informing Mr. Phœbus that what was particularly desired at this moment was a series of paintings illustrative of some of the most memorable scenes in the Holy Land and especially the arrival of the pilgrims of the Greek rite at Jerusalem.  As for this purpose he would probably like to visit Palestine, the whole of the autumn or even a longer period was placed at his disposal; so that, enriched with all necessary drawings and studies, he might achieve his more elaborate performances in Russia at his leisure and with every advantage.

75.¶4	Considering that the great objects in life with Mr. Phœbus were to live in an Aryan country, amid an Aryan race, and produce works which should revive for the benefit of human nature Aryan creeds, a proposition to pass some of the prime years of his life among the Mongolian race, and at the same time devote his pencil to the celebration Semitic subjects, was startling.

75.¶5	"I shall say nothing to Madame Phœbus until the prince has gone," he remarked to Lothair; "he will go the day after to-morrow.  I do not know what they may offer to make me ‑‑ probably only a baron, perhaps a count.  But you know in Russia a man may become a prince, and I certainly should like those Cantacuzenes to feel that after all their daughter is a princess with no thanks to them.  The climate is detestable, but one owes much to one's profession.  Art would be honored at a great, perhaps the greatest, court.  There would not be a fellow at his easel in the streets about Fitzroy Square who would not be prouder.  I wonder what the decoration will be?  'Of a high class' ‑‑ vague.  It might be Alexander Newsky.  You know you have a right, whatever your decoration, to have it expressed, of course at your own expense, in brilliants.  I confess I have my weaknesses.  I should like to get over to the Academy dinner ‑‑ one can do any thing in these days of railroads ‑‑ and dine with the R. A.s in my ribbon and the star of the Alexander Newsky in brilliants.  I think every academician would feel elevated.  What I detest are their Semitic subjects ‑‑ nothing but drapery.  They cover even their heads in those scorching climes.  Can any one make any thing of a caravan of pilgrims?  To be sure, they say no one can draw a camel.  If I went to Jerusalem, a camel would at last be drawn.  There is something in that.  We must think over these things, and when the prince has gone talk it over with Madame Phœbus.  I wish you all to come to a wise decision, without the slightest reference to my individual tastes or, it may be, prejudices."

75.¶6	The result of all this was that Mr. Phœbus, without absolutely committing himself, favorably entertained the general proposition of the Russian court; while, with respect to their particular object in art, he agreed to visit Palestine and execute at least one work for his imperial friend and patron.  He counted on reaching Jerusalem before the Easter pilgrims returned to their homes.

75.¶7	"If they would make me a prince at once, and give me the Alexander Newsky in brilliants, it might be worth thinking of," he said to Lothair.

75.¶8	The ladies, though they loved their isle, were quite delighted with the thought of going to Jerusalem.  Madame Phœbus knew a Russian grand-duchess who had boasted to her that she had been both to Jerusalem and Torquay, and Madame Phœbus had felt quite ashamed that she had been to neither.

75.¶9	"I suppose you will feel quite at home there," said Euphrosyne to Lothair.

75.¶10	"No; I never was there."

75.¶11	"No; but you know all about those places and people ‑‑ holy places and holy persons.  The Blessed Virgin did not, I believe, appear to you.  It was to a young lady, was it not?  We were asking each other last night who the young lady could be."

CHAPTER 76

76.¶1	Time, which changes every thing, is changing even the traditionary appearance of forlorn Jerusalem.  Not that its mien, after all, was ever very sad.  Its airy site, its splendid mosque, its vast monasteries, the bright material of which the whole city is built, its cupolaed houses of freestone, and above all the towers and gates and battlements of its lofty and complete walls, always rendered it a handsome city.  Jerusalem has not been sacked so often or so recently as the other two great ancient cities, Rome and Athens.  Its vicinage was never more desolate than the Campagna, or the state of Attica and the Morea in 1830.

76.¶2	The battle-field of western Asia from the days of the Assyrian kings to those of Mehemet Ali, Palestine endured the same devastation as in modern times has been the doom of Flanders and the Milanese; but the years of havoc in the Low Countries and Lombardy must be counted in Palestine by centuries.  Yet the wide plains of the Holy Land, Sharon, and Shechem, and Esdraelon, have recovered; they are as fertile and as fair as in old days; it is the hill-culture that has been destroyed, and that is the culture on which Jerusalem mainly depended.  Its hills were terraced gardens, vineyards, and groves of olive-trees.  And here it is that we find renovation.  The terraces are again ascending the stony heights, and the eye is frequently gladdened with young plantations.  Fruit-trees, the peach and the pomegranate, the almond and the fig, offer gracious groups; and the true children of the land, the vine and the olive, are again exulting in their native soil.

76.¶3	There is one spot, however, which has been neglected, and yet the one that should have been the first remembered, as it has been the most rudely wasted.  Blessed be the hand which plants trees upon Olivet!  Blessed be the hand that builds gardens about Sion!

76.¶4	The most remarkable creation, however, in modern Jerusalem is the Russian settlement which within a few years has risen on the elevated ground on the western side of the city.  The Latin, the Greek, and the Armenian Churches had for centuries possessed enclosed establishments in the city, which, under the name of monasteries, provided shelter and protection for hundreds ‑‑ it might be said even thousands ‑‑ of pilgrims belonging to their respective rites.  The great scale, therefore, on which Russia secured hospitality for her subjects was not in reality so remarkable as the fact that it seemed to indicate a settled determination to separate the Muscovite Church altogether from the Greek, and throw off what little dependence is still acknowledged on the Patriarchate of Constantinople.  Whatever the motive, the design has been accomplished on a large scale.  The Russian buildings, all well defended, are a caravanserai, a cathedral, a citadel.  The consular flag crowns the height and indicates the office of administration; priests and monks are permanent inhabitants, and a whole caravan of Muscovite pilgrim and the trades on which they depend can be accommodated within the precinct.

76.¶5	Mr. Phœbus, his family and suite, were to be the guests of the Russian consul, and every preparation was made to insure the celebrated painter a becoming reception.  Frequent telegrams had duly impressed the representative of all the Russias in the Holy Land with the importance of his impending visitor.  Even the qualified and strictly provisional acceptance of the Russian proposition by Mr. Phœbus had agitated the wires of Europe scarcely less than a suggested conference.

76.¶6	"An artist should always remember what he owes to posterity and his profession," said Mr. Phœbus to Lothair, as they were walking the deck, "even if you can distinguish between them, which I doubt, for it is only by a sense of the beautiful that the human family can be sustained in Its proper place in the scale of creation, and the sense of the beautiful is a result of the study of the fine arts.  It would be something to sow the seeds of organic change in the Mongolian type, but I am nor sanguine of success.  There is no original fund of aptitude to act upon.  The most ancient of existing communities is Turanian, and yet, though they could invent gunpowder and the mariner's compass, they never could understand perspective. ‑‑ Man ahead there! tell Madame Phœbus to come on deck for the first sight of Mount Lebanon."

76.¶7	When the Pan entered the port of Joppa they observed another English yacht in those waters; but, before they could speculate on its owner, they were involved in all the complications of landing.  On the quay, the Russian vice-consul was in attendance with horses and mules, and donkeys handsomer than either.  The ladies were delighted with the vast orange-gardens of Joppa, which Madame Phœbus said realized quite her idea of the Holy Land.

76.¶8	"I was prepared for milk and honey," said Euphrosyne, "but this is too delightful," as she travelled through lanes of date-bearing palm-trees, and sniffed with her almond-shaped nostrils the all-pervading fragrance.

76.¶9	They passed the night at Arimathea, a pretty village surrounded with gardens enclosed with hedges of prickly pear.  Here they found hospitality, in an old convent, but all the comforts of Europe and many of the refinements of Asia had been forwarded for their accommodations.

76.¶10	"It is a great homage to art," said Mr. Phœbus, as he scattered his gold like a great seigneur of Gascony.

76.¶11	The next day, two miles from Jerusalem, the consul met them with a cavalcade, and the ladies assured their host that they were not at all wearied with their journey, but were quite prepared, in due time, to join his dinner-party, which he was most anxious they should attend, as he had "two English lords" who had arrived, and whom he had invited to meet them.  They were all curious to know their names, though that, unfortunately, the consul could not tell them, but he had sent to the English consulate to have them written down.  All he could assure them was, that they were real English lords, not travelling English lords, but in sober earnestness great personages.

76.¶12	Mr. Phœbus was highly gratified.  He was pleased with his reception.  There was nothing he liked much more than a procession.  He was also a sincere admirer of the aristocracy of his country.  "On the whole," he would say, "they most resemble the old Hellenic race; excelling in athletic sports, speaking no other language than their own, and never reading."

76.¶13	"Your fault," he would sometimes say to Lothair, "and the cause of many of your sorrows, is the habit of mental introspection.  Man is born to observe, but if he falls into psychology he observes nothing, and then he is astonished that life has no charms for him, or that, never seizing the occasion, his career is a failure.  No, sir, it is the eye that must be occupied and cultivated; no one knows the capacity of the eye who has not developed it, or the visions of beauty and delight and inexhaustible interest which it commands.  To a man who observes, life is as different as the existence of a dreaming psychologist is to that of the animals of the field."

76.¶14	"I fear," said Lothair, "that I have at length found out the truth, and that I am a dreaming psychologist."

76.¶15	"You are young and not irremediably lost," said Mr. Phœbus.  "Fortunately, you have received the admirable though partial education of your class.  You are a good shot, you can ride, you can row, you can swim.  That imperfect secretion of the brain which is called thought has not yet bowed your frame.  You have not had time to read much.  Give it up altogether.  The conversation of a woman like Theodora is worth all the libraries in the world.  If it were only for her sake, I should wish to save you, but I wish to do it for your own.  Yes, profit by the vast though calamitous experience which you have gained in a short time.  We may know a great deal about our bodies, we can know very little about our minds."

76.¶16	The "real English lords" turned out to be Bertram and St. Aldegonde, returning from Nubia.  They had left England about the same time as Lothair, and had paired together on the Irish Church till Easter, with a sort of secret hope on the part of St. Aldegonde that they might neither of them reappear in the House of Commons again until the Irish Church were either saved or subverted.  Holy Week had long passed, and they were at Jerusalem, not quite so near the House of Commons as the Reform Club or the Carlton, but still St. Aldegonde had mentioned that be was beginning to be bored with Jerusalem, and Bertram counted on their immediate departure when they accepted the invitation to dine with the Russian consul.

76.¶17	Lothair was unaffectedly delighted to meet Bertram, and glad to see St. Aldegonde, but he was a little nervous and embarrassed as to the probable tone of his reception by them.  But their manner relieved him in an instant, for he saw they knew nothing of his adventures.

76.¶18	"Well," said St. Aldegonde, "what have you been doing with yourself since we last met?  I wish you had come with us, and had a shot at a crocodile."

76.¶19	Bertram told Lothair in the course of the evening that he found letters at Cairo from Corisande, on his return, in which there was a good deal about Lothair, and which had made him rather uneasy.  "That there was a rumor you had been badly wounded, and some other things," and Bertram looked him full in the face; "but I dare say not a word of truth."

76.¶20	"I was never better in my life," said Lothair, "and I have been in Sicily and in Greece.  However, we will talk over all this another time."

76.¶21	The dinner at the consulate was, one of the most successful banquets that was ever given, if to please your guests be the test of good fortune in such enterprises.  St. Aldegonde was perfectly charmed with the Phœbus family; he did not know which to admire most ‑‑ the great artist, who was in remarkable spirits to-day, considering he was in a Semitic country, or his radiant wife, or his brilliant sister-in-law.  St. Aldegonde took an early opportunity of informing Bertram that if he liked to go over and vote for the Irish Church he would release him from his pair with the greatest pleasure, but for his part he had not the slightest intention of leaving Jerusalem at present.  Strange to say, Bertram received this intimation without a murmur.  He was not so loud in his admiration of the Phœbus family as St. Aldegonde, but there is a silent sentiment sometimes more expressive than the noisiest applause, and more dangerous.  Bertram had sat next to Euphrosyne, and was entirely spell-bound.

76.¶22	The consul's wife, a hostess not unworthy of such guests, had entertained her friends in the European style.  The dinner-hour was not late, and the gentlemen who attended the ladies from the dinner-table were allowed to remain some time in the saloon.  Lothair talked much to the consul's wife, by whose side sat Madame Phœbus.  St. Aldegonde was always on his legs, distracted by the rival attractions of that lady and her husband.  More remote, Bertram whispered to Euphrosyne, who answered him with laughing eyes.

76.¶23	At a certain hour, the consul, attended by his male guests, crossing a court, proceeded to his divan, a lofty and capacious chamber painted in fresco, and with no furniture except the low but broad raised seat that surrounded the room.  Here, when they were seated, an equal number of attendants ‑‑ Arabs in Arab dress, blue gowns, and red slippers, and red caps ‑‑ entered, each proffering a long pipe of cherry or jasmine wood.  Then, in a short time, guests dropped in, and pipes and coffee were immediately brought to them.  Any person who had been formally presented to the consul had this privilege, without any further invitation.  The society often found in these consular divans in the more remote places of the East ‑‑ Cairo, Damascus, Jerusalem ‑‑ is often extremely entertaining and instructive.  Celebrated travellers, distinguished men of science, artists, adventurers who ultimately turn out to be heroes, eccentric characters of all kinds, are here encountered, and give the fruits of their original or experienced observation without reserve.

76.¶24	"It is the smoking-room over again," whispered St. Aldegonde to Lothair, "only in England one is so glad to get away from the women, but here I must say I should have liked to remain behind."

76.¶25	An individual in a Syrian dress, fawn-colored robes girdled with a rich shawl, and a white turban, entered.  He made his salute with grace and dignity to the consul, touching his forehead, his lip, and his heart, and took his seat with the air of one not unaccustomed to be received, playing, until he received his chibouque, with a chaplet of beads.

76.¶26	"That is a good-looking fellow, Lothair," said St. Aldegonde; "or is it the dress that turns them out such swells?  I feel quite a lout by some of these fellows."

76.¶27	"I think he would be good-looking in any dress," said Lothair.  "A remarkable countenance."

76.¶28	It was an oval visage, with features in harmony with that form; large dark-brown eyes and lashes, and brows delicately but completely defined; no hair upon the face except a beard, full but not long.  He seemed about the same age as Mr. Phœbus, and his complexion, though pale, was clear and fair.

76.¶29	The conversation, after some rambling, had got upon the Suez Canal.  Mr. Phœbus did not care for the political or the commercial consequences of that great enterprise, but he was glad that a natural division should be established between the greater races and the Ethiopian.  It might not lead to any considerable result, but it asserted a principle.  He looked upon that trench as a protest.

76.¶30	"But would you place the Nilotic family in the Ethiopian race?" inquired the Syrian in a voice commanding from its deep sweetness.

76.¶31	"I would certainly.  The were Cushim, and that means negroes."

76.¶32	The Syrian did not agree with Mr. Phœbus; he stated his views firmly and, clearly, but without urging them.  He thought that we must look to the Pelasgi as the colonizing race that had peopled and produced Egypt.  The mention of the Pelasgi fired Mr. Phœbus to even unusual eloquence.  He denounced the Pelasgi as a barbarous race: men of gloomy superstitions, who, had it not been for the Hellenes, might have fatally arrested the human development.  The triumph of the Hellenes was the triumph of the beautiful, and all that is great and good in life was owing to their victory.

76.¶33	"It is difficult to ascertain what is great in life," said the Syrian, "because nations differ on the subject and ages.  Some, for example, consider war to be a great thing, others condemn it.  I remember also when patriotism was a boast, and now it is a controversy.  But it is not so difficult to ascertain what is good.  For man has in his own being some guide to such knowledge, and divine aid to acquire it has not been wanting to him.  For my part I could not maintain that the Hellenic system led to virtue."

76.¶34	The conversation was assuming an ardent character when the consul, as a diplomatist, turned the channel.  Mr. Phœbus had vindicated the Hellenic religion, the Syrian, with a terse protest against the religion of Nature, however idealized, as tending to the corruption of man, had let the question die away, and the Divan were discussing dromedaries, and dancing-girls, and sherbet made of pomegranate, which the consul recommended and ordered to be produced.  Some of the guests retired, and among them the Syrian with the same salute and the same graceful dignity as had distinguished his entrance.

76.¶35	"Who is that man?" said Mr. Phœbus.  "I met him at Rome ten years ago.  Baron Mecklenburg brought him to me to paint for my great picture of St. John, which is in the gallery of Munich.  He said in his way ‑‑ you remember his way ‑‑ that he would bring me a face of Paradise."

76.¶36	"I cannot exactly tell you his name," said the consul.  "Prince Galitzin brought him here, and thought highly of him.  I believe he is one of the old Syrian families in the mountain; but whether he be a Maronite or a Druse, or any thing else, I really cannot say.  Now try the sherbet."

CHAPTER 77

77.¶1	There are few things finer than the morning view of Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives.  The fresh and golden light falls on a walled city with turrets and towers and frequent gates: the houses of freestone, with terraced or oval roofs, sparkle in the sun, while the cupolaed pile of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the vast monasteries, and the broad steep of Sion crowned with the tower of David, vary the monotony of the general masses of building.  But the glory of the scene is the Mosque of Omar as it rises on its broad platform of marble from the deep ravine of Kedron, with its magnificent dome high in the air, its arches and gardened courts, and its ornaments glittering amid the cedar, the cypress, and the palm.

77.¶2	Reclining on Olivet, Lothair, alone and in charmed abstraction, gazed on the wondrous scene.  Since his arrival at Jerusalem he lived much apart, nor had he found difficulty in effecting this isolation.  Mr. Phœbus had already established a studio on a considerable scale, and was engaged in making sketches of pilgrims and monks, tall donkeys of Bethlehem with starry fronts, in which he much delighted, and grave Jellaheen sheiks, who were hanging about the convents in the hopes of obtaining a convoy to the Dead Sea.  As for St. Aldegonde and Bertram, they passed their lives at the Russian consulate, or with its most charming inhabitants.  This morning, with the consul and his wife and the matchless sisters, as St. Aldegonde always termed them, they had gone on an excursion to the Convent of the Nativity.  Dinner usually reassembled all the party, and then the Divan followed.

77.¶3	"I say, Bertram," said St. Aldegonde, "what a lucky thing we paired and went to Nubia!  I rejoice in the Divan, and yet, somehow, I cannot bear leaving those women.  If the matchless sisters would only smoke, by Jove they would be perfect!"

77.¶4	"I should not like Euphrosyne to smoke," said Bertram.

77.¶5	A person approached Lothair by the pathway from Bethany.  It was the Syrian gentleman whom he had met at the consulate.  As he was passing Lothair, he saluted him with the grace which had been before remarked, and Lothair, who was by nature courteous, and even inclined a little to ceremony in his manners, especially with those with whom he was not intimate, immediately rose, as he would not receive such a deputation in a reclining posture.

77.¶6	"Let me not disturb you," said the stranger, "or, if we must be on equal terms, let me also be seated, for this is a view that never palls."

77.¶7	"It is perhaps familiar to you," said Lothair, "but with me, only a pilgrim, its effect is fascinating, almost overwhelming."

77.¶8	"The view of Jerusalem never becomes familiar," said the Syrian, "for its associations are so transcendent, so various, so inexhaustible, that the mind can never anticipate its course of thought and feeling, when one sits, as we do now, on this immortal mount."

77.¶9	"I presume you live here?" said Lothair.

77.¶10	"Not exactly," said his companion.  "I have recently built a house without the walls, and I have planted my hill with fruit-trees, and made vineyards and olive-grounds, but I have done this as much ‑‑ perhaps more ‑‑ to set an example, which, I am glad, to say, has been followed, as for my own convenience or pleasure.  My home is in the north of Palestine, on the other side of, Jordan, beyond the Sea of Galilee.  My family has dwelt there from time immemorial; but they always loved this city, and have a legend that they dwelt occasionally within its walls, even in the days when Titus from that hill looked down upon the temple."

77.¶11	"I have often wished to visit the Sea of Galilee," said Lothair.

77.¶12	"Well, you have now an opportunity," said the Syrian; "the north of Palestine, though it has no topical splendor, has much variety and a peculiar natural charm.  The burst and brightness of spring have not yet quite vanished: you would find our plains radiant with wild-flowers, and our hills green with young crops; and, though we cannot rival Lebanon, we have forest glades among our famous hills that, when once seen, are remembered."

77.¶13	"But there is something to me more interesting than the splendor of tropical scenery," said Lothair, "even if Galilee could offer it.  I wish to visit the cradle of my faith."

77.¶14	"And you would do wisely," said the, Syrian, "for there is no doubt the spiritual nature of man is developed in this land."

77.¶15	"And yet there are persons at the present day who doubt ‑‑ even deny ‑‑ the spiritual nature of man," said Lothair.  "I do not, I could not ‑‑ there are reasons why I could not."

77.¶16	"There are some things I know, and some things l believe," said the Syrian.  "I know that I have a soul, and I believe that it is immortal."

77.¶17	"It is science that, by demonstrating the insignificance of this globe in the vast scale of creation, has led to this infidelity," said Lothair.

77.¶18	"Science may prove the insignificance of this globe in the scale of creation," said the stranger, "but it cannot prove the insignificance of man.  What is the earth compared with the sun? a molehill by a mountain; yet the inhabitants of this earth can discover the elements of which the great orb consists, and will probably ere long ascertain all the conditions of its being.  Nay, the human mind can penetrate far beyond the sun.  There is no relation, therefore, between the faculties of man and the scale in creation of the planet which he inhabits."

77.¶19	"I was glad to hear you assert the other night the spiritual nature of man in opposition to Mr. Phœbus."

77.¶20	"Ah! Mr. Phœbus!" said the stranger, with a smile.  "He is an old acquaintance of mine.  And I must say he is very consistent ‑‑ except in paying a visit to Jerusalem.  That does surprise me.  He said to me the other night the same things as he said to me at Rome many years ago.  He would revive the worship of Nature.  The deities whom he so eloquently describes and so exquisitely delineates are the ideal personifications of the most eminent human qualities, and chiefly the physical.  Physical beauty is his standard of excellence, and he has a fanciful theory that moral order would be the consequence of the worship of physical beauty, for without moral order he holds physical beauty cannot be maintained.  But the answer to Mr. Phœbus is, that his system has been tried and has failed, and under conditions more favorable than are likely to exist again; the worship of Nature ended in the degradation of the human race."

77.¶21	"But Mr. Phœbus cannot really believe in Apollo and Venus," said Lothair.  "These are phrases.  He is, I suppose, what is called a Pantheist."

77.¶22	"No doubt the Olympus of Mr. Phœbus is the creation of his easel," replied the Syrian.  "I should not, however, describe him as a Pantheist, whose creed requires more abstraction than Mr. Phœbus, the worshipper of nature, would tolerate.  His school never care to pursue any investigation which cannot be followed by the eye ‑‑ and the worship of the beautiful always ends in an orgy.  As for Pantheism, it is Atheism in domino.  The belief in a Creator who is unconscious of creating is more monstrous than any dogma of any of the Churches in this city, and we have them all here."

77.¶23	"But there are people now who tell you that there never was any Creation, and therefore there never could have been a Creator," said Lothair.

77.¶24	"And which is now advanced with the confidences of novelty," said the Syrian, though all of it has been urged, and vainly urged, thousands of years ago.  There must be design, or all we see would be without sense, and I do not believe in the unmeaning.  As for the natural forces to which all creation is now attributed, we know they are unconscious, while consciousness is as inevitable a portion of our existence as the eye or the hand.  The conscious cannot be derived from the unconscious.  Man is divine."

77.¶25	"I wish I could assure myself of the personality of the Creator," said Lothair.  "I cling to that, but they say it is unphilosophical."

77.¶26	"In what sense?" asked the Syrian.  "Is it more unphilosophical to believe in a personal God, omnipotent and omniscient, than in natural forces unconscious and irresistible?  Is it unphilosophical to combine power with intelligence?  Goethe, a Spinozist who did not believe in Spinoza, said that he could bring his mind to the conception that in the centre of space we might meet with a monad of pure intelligence.  What may be the centre of space I leave to the dædal imagination of the author of 'Faust;' but a monad of pure intelligence ‑‑ is that more philosophical than the truth, first revealed to man amid these everlasting hills," said the Syrian, "that God made man in His own image?"

77.¶27	"I have often found in that assurance a source of sublime consolation," said Lothair.

77.¶28	"It is the charter of the nobility of man," said the Syrian, "one of the divine dogmas revealed in this land; not the invention of councils, not one of which was held on this sacred soil, confused assemblies first got together by the Greeks, and then by barbarous nations in barbarous times."

77.¶29	"Yet the divine land no longer tells us divine things," said Lothair.

77.¶30	"It may or it may not have fulfilled its destiny," said the Syrian.  "'In my Father's house are many mansions,' and by the various families of nations the designs of the Creator are accomplished.  God works by races, and one was appointed in due season and after many developments to reveal and expound in this land the spiritual nature of man.  The Aryan and the Semite are of the same blood and origin, but when they quitted their central land they were ordained to follow opposite courses.  Each division of the great race has developed one portion of the double nature of humanity, till, after all their wanderings, they met again, and, represented by their two choicest families, the Hellenes and the Hebrews, brought together the treasures of their accumulated wisdom, and secured the civilization of man."

77.¶31	"Those among whom I have lived of late," said Lothair, "have taught me to trust much in councils, and to believe that without them there could be no foundation for the Church.  I observe you do not speak in that vein, though, like myself, you find solace in those dogmas which recognize the relations between the created and the Creator."

77.¶32	"There can be no religion without that recognition," said the Syrian, "and no creed can possibly be devised without such a recognition that would satisfy man.  Why we are here, whence we come, whither we go ‑‑ these are questions which man is organically framed and forced to ask himself, and that would not be the case if they could not be answered.  As for churches depending on councils, the first council was held more than three centuries after the Sermon on the Mount.  We Syrians had churches in the interval: no one can deny that.  I bow before the Divine decree that swept them away from Antioch to Jerusalem, but I am not yet prepared to transfer my spiritual allegiance to Italian popes and Greek patriarchs.  We believe that our family were among the first followers of Jesus, and that we then held lands in Bashan which we hold now.  We had a gospel once in our district where there was some allusion to this, and being written by neighbors, and probably at the time, I dare say it was accurate, but the Western Churches declared our gospel was not authentic, though why I cannot tell, and they succeeded in extirpating it.  It was not an additional reason why we, should enter into their fold.  So I am content to dwell in Galilee and trace the footsteps of my Divine Master, musing over His life and pregnant sayings amid the mounts He sanctified and the waters He loved so well."

77.¶33	The sun was now rising in the heavens, and the hour had arrived when it became expedient to seek the shade.  Lothair and the Syrian rose at the same time.

77.¶34	"I shall not easily forget our conversation on the Mount of Olives," said Lothair, "and I would ask you to add to this kindness by permitting me, before I leave Jerusalem, to pay my respects to you under your roof."

77.¶35	"Peace be with you!" said the Syrian.  "I live without the gate of Damascus, on a hill which you will easily recognize, and my name is PARACLETE."

CHAPTER 78

78.¶1	Time passed very agreeably to St. Aldegonde and Bertram at Jerusalem, for it was passed entirely at the Russian consulate, or with its interesting and charming inmates, who were always making excursions, or, as they styled them, pilgrimages.  They saw little of Lothair, who would willingly have conversed with his friend on many topics, but his friend was almost always engaged, and, if by some chance they succeeded in finding themselves alone, Bertram appeared to be always preoccupied.  One day he said to Lothair: "I tell you what, old fellow, if you want to know all about what has happened at home, I will give you Corisande's letters.  They are a sort of journal which she promised to keep for me, and they will tell you every thing.  I found an immense packet of them on our return from Cairo, and I meant to have read them here; but I do not know how it is ‑‑ I suppose there is so much to be seen here ‑‑ but I never seem to have a moment to myself.  I have got an engagement now to the consulate.  We are going to Elisha's Fountain to-day.  Why do not you come?"

78.¶2	"Well, I am engaged too," said Lothair.  "I have settled to go to the Tombs of the Kings to-day, with Signor Paraclete, and I cannot well get off; but remember the letters."

78.¶3	The box of letters arrived at Lothair's rooms in due season, and their perusal deeply interested him.  In their pages, alike earnest and lively, and a picture of a mind of high intelligence adorned with fancy and feeling, the name of Lothair frequently appeared, and sometimes accompanied with expressions that made his heart beat.  All the rumors of his adventures, as they gradually arrived in England, generally distorted, were duly chronicled, and sometimes with comments, which intimated the interest they occasioned to the correspondent of Bertram.  More than once she could not refrain from reproaching her brother for having left his friend so much to himself.  "Of all your friends," she said, "the one who always most interested me, and seemed most worthy of your affection."  And then she deplored the absolute ruin of Lothair, for such she deemed his entrance into the Roman Church.

78.¶4	"I was right in my appreciation of that woman, though I was utterly inexperienced in life," thought Lothair.  "If her mother had only favored my views two years ago, affairs would have been different.  Would they have been better?  Can they be worse?  But I have gained experience.  Certainly; and paid for it with my heart's blood.  And might I not have gained experience tranquilly, in the discharge of the duties of my position at home ‑‑ dear home?  Perhaps not.  And suppose I never had gained experience, I still might have been happy?  And what am I now?  Most lone and sad.  So lone and sad that nothing but the magical influence of the scene around me saves me from an overwhelming despondency."

78.¶5	Lothair passed his life chiefly with Paraclete, and, a few weeks after their first acquaintance, they left Jerusalem together for Galilee.

78.¶6	The month of May had disappeared, and June was advancing.  Bertram and Saint Aldegonde no longer talked about their pair, and their engagements in the House of Commons.  There seemed a tacit understanding between them to avoid the subject; remarkable on the part of Bertram, for he had always been urgent on his brother-in-law to fulfil their parliamentary obligation.

78.¶7	The party at the Russian consulate had gone on a grand expedition to the Dead Sea, and had been absent for many days from Jerusalem.  They were conveyed by one of the sheiks of the Jordan valley.  It was a most successful expedition ‑‑ constant adventure, novel objects and habits, all the spell of a romantic life.  The ladies were delighted with the scenery of the Jordan valley, and the gentlemen had good sport; St. Aldegonde had killed a wild-boar, and Bertram an ibex, whose horns were preserved for Brentham.  Mr. Phœbus intensely studied the camel and its habits.  He persuaded himself that the ship of the desert entirely understood him.  "But it is always so," he added.  "There is no animal that in a week does not perfectly comprehend me.  Had I time and could give myself up to it, I have no doubt I could make them speak.  Nature has endowed me, so far as dumb animals are concerned, with a peculiar mesmeric power."

78.¶8	At last this happy caravan was again within sight of the walls of Jerusalem.

78.¶9	"I should like to have remained in the valley of the Jordan forever," said St. Aldegonde.

78.¶10	"And so should I," whispered Bertram to Euphrosyne, "with the same companions."

78.¶11	When they had returned to the consulate, they found the post from England had arrived during their absence.  There were dispatches for all.  It is an agitating moment ‑‑ that arrival of letters in a distant land.  Lord St. Aldegonde seemed much disturbed when he tore open and perused his.  His countenance became clouded; he dashed his hand through his dishevelled locks; he pouted; and then he said to Bertram, "Come to my room."

78.¶12	"Anything wrong at home?"

78.¶13	"Not at home," said St. Aldegonde.  "Bertha is all right.  But a most infernal letter from Glyn ‑‑ most insolent.  If I do return I will vote against them.  But I will not return.  I have made up my mind to that.  People are so selfish," exclaimed St. Aldegonde, with indignation.  "They never think of any thing but themselves."

78.¶14	"Show me his letter," said Bertram.  "I have got a letter too; it is from the duke."

78.¶15	The letter of the Opposition whip did not deserve the epithets ascribed to it by St. Aldegonde.  It was urgent and courteously peremptory, but, considering the circumstances of the case, by no means too absolute.  Paired to Easter by great indulgence, St. Aldegonde was passing Whitsuntide at Jerusalem.  The parliamentary position was critical, and the future of the Opposition seemed to depend on the majority by which their resolutions on the Irish Church were sent up to the House of Lords.

78.¶16	"Well," said Bertram.  "I see nothing to complain of in that letter.  Except a little more urgency, it is almost the same language as reached us at Cairo, and then you said Glyn was a capital fellow, and seemed quite pleased."

78.¶17	"Yes, because I hated Egypt," said St. Aldegonde.  "I hated the pyramids, and I was disappointed with the dancing-girls; and it seemed to me that, if it had not been for the whip, we never should have been able to escape.  But things are very different now."

78.¶18	"Yes, they are," said Bertram, in a melancholy tone.

78.¶19	"You do not think of returning?" said St. Aldegonde.

78.¶20	"Instantly," replied Bertram.  "I have a letter from the duke which is peremptory.  The county is dissatisfied with my absence.  And mine is a queer constituency; very numerous and several large towns; the popularity of my family gained me the seat, not their absolute influence."

78.¶21	"My constituents never trouble me" said St. Aldegonde.

78.¶22	"You have none," said Bertram.

78.¶23	"Well, if I were member for a metropolitan district I would hot budge.  And I little thought you would have deserted me."

78.¶24	"Ah!" sighed Bertram.  "You're discontented, because your amusements are interrupted.  But think of my position, torn from a woman whom I adore."

78.¶25	"Well, you know you must have left her sooner or later," urged St. Aldegonde.

78.¶26	"Why?" asked Bertram.

78.¶27	"You know what Lothair told us.  She is engaged to her cousin the Prince of Samos, and ‑‑ "

78.¶28	"If I had only the Prince of Samos to deal with, I should care little," said Bertram.

78.¶29	"Why, what do you mean?"

78.¶30	"That Euphrosyne is mine, if my family will sanction our union, but not otherwise."

78.¶31	St. Aldegonde gave a long whistle, and he added, "I wish Bertha were here.  She is the only person I know who has a head."

78.¶32	"You see, my dear Granville, while you are talking of your little disappointments, I am involved in awful difficulties."

78.¶33	"You are sure about the Palace of Samos?"

78.¶34	"Clear your head of that.  There is no engagement of any kind between him and Euphrosyne.  The visit to the island was only a preliminary ceremony ‑‑ just to show himself.  No doubt the father wishes the alliance; nor is there any reason to suppose that it would be disagreeable to the son; but, I repeat it ‑‑ no engagement exists."

78.¶35	"If I were not your brother-in-law, I should have been very glad to have married Euphrosyne myself," said St. Aldegonde.

78.¶36	"Yes, but what am I to do?" asked Bertram, rather impatiently.

78.¶37	"It will not do to write to Brentham," said St. Aldegonde, gravely; "that I see clearly."  Then, after musing a while, he added:  "I am vexed to leave our friends here and shall miss them sadly.  They are the most agreeable people I ever knew.  I never enjoyed myself so much.  But we must think of nothing but your affairs.  We must return instantly.  The whip will be an excuse, but the real business will be Euphrosyne.  I should delight in having her for a sister-in-law, but the affair will require management.  We can make short work of getting home: steam to Marseilles, leave the yacht there, and take the railroad.  I have half a mind to telegraph to Bertha to meet us there.  She would be of great use."

CHAPTER 79

79.¶1	Lothair was delighted with Galilee, and particularly with the blue waters of its lake slumbering beneath the surrounding hills.  Of all its once pleasant towns, Tiberias alone remains, and that in ruins from a recent earthquake.  But where are Chorazin, and Bethsaida, and Capernaum?  A group of hovels and an ancient tower still bear the magic name of Magdala, and all around are green mounts and gentle slopes, the scenes of miracles that softened the heart of man, and of sermons that never tire his ear.  Dreams passed over Lothair of settling forever on the shores of these waters, and of reproducing all their vanished happiness: rebuilding their memorable cities, reviving their fisheries, cultivating the plain of Gennesaret and the country of the Gadarenes, and making researches in this cradle of pure and primitive Christianity.

79.¶2	The heritage of Paraclete was among the oaks of Bashan, a lofty land, rising suddenly from the Jordan valley, verdant and well watered, and clothed in many parts with forest; there the host of Lothair resided among his lands and people, and himself dwelt in a stone and castellated building, a portion of which was of immemorial antiquity, and where he could rally his forces and defend himself in case of the irruption and invasion of the desert tribes.  And here one morn arrived a messenger from Jerusalem summoning Lothair back to that city, in consequence of the intended departure of his friends.

79.¶3	The call was urgent, and was obeyed immediately with that promptitude which the manners of the East, requiring no preparation, admit.  Paraclete accompanied his guest.  They had to cross the Jordan, and then to trace their way till they reached the southern limit of the plain of Esdraelon, from whence they counted on the following day to reach Jerusalem.  While they were encamped on this spot, a body of Turkish soldiery seized all their horses, which were required, they said, by the Pacha of Damascus, who was proceeding to Jerusalem, attending a great Turkish general, who was on a mission to examine the means of defence of Palestine on the Egyptian side.  This was very vexatious, but one of those incidents of Eastern life against which it is impossible to contend; so Lothair and Paraclete were obliged to take refuge in their pipes beneath a huge and solitary sycamore-tree, awaiting the arrival of the Ottoman magnificoes.

79.¶4	They came at last, a considerable force of cavalry, then mules and barbarous carriages with the harem, all the riders and inmates enveloped in what appeared to be winding-sheets, white and shapeless; about them eunuchs and servants.  The staff of the pachas followed, preceding the grandees who closed the march, mounted on Anatolian chargers.

79.¶5	Paraclete and Lothair had been obliged to leave the grateful shade of the sycamore-tree, as the spot had been fixed on by the commander of the advanced guard for the resting-place of the pachas.  They were standing aside and watching the progress of the procession, and contemplating the earliest opportunity of representing their grievances to high authority, when the Turkish general, or the seraskier, as the Syrians inaccurately styled him, suddenly reined in his steed, and said, in a loud voice, "Captain Muriel!"

79.¶6	Lothair recognized the well-known voice of his commanding officer in the Apennine, and advanced to him with a military salute.  "I must first congratulate you on being alive, which I hardly hoped," said the general.  "Then let me know why you are here."

79.¶7	And Lothair told him.

79.¶8	"Well, you shall have back your horses," said the general; "and I will escort you to El Khuds.  In the mean time you must be our guest;" and he presented him to the Pacha of Damascus with some form.  "You and I have bivouacked in the open air before this, and not in so bland a clime."

79.¶9	Beneath the shade of the patriarchal sycamore, the general narrated to Lothair his adventures since they were fellow-combatants on the fatal field of Mentana.

79.¶10	"When all was over," continued the general, "I fled with Garibaldi, and gained the Italian frontier at Terrni.  Here we were of course arrested by the authorities, but not very maliciously.  I escaped one morning, and got among the mountains in the neighborhood of our old camp.  I had to wander about these parts for some time, for the Papalini were in the vicinity, and there was danger.  It was a hard time; but I found a friend now and then among the country people, though they are dreadfully superstitious.  At last I got to the shore, and induced an honest fellow to put to sea in an open boat, on the chance of something turning up.  It did, in the shape of a brigantine from Elba bound for Corfu.  Here I was sure to find friends, for the brotherhood are strong in the Ionian Isles.  And I began to look about for business.  The Greeks made me some offers, but their schemes were all vanity, worse than the Irish.  You remember our Fenian squabble?  From something that transpired, I had made up my mind, so soon as I was well equipped, to go to Turkey.  I had had some transactions with the house of Cantacuzene, through the kindness of our dear friend whom we will never forget, but will never mention; and through them I became acquainted with the Prince of Samos, who is the chief of their house.  He is in the entire confidence of Aali Pacha.  I soon found out that there was real business on the carpet.  The Ottoman army, after many trials and vicissitudes, is now in good case; and the Porte has resolved to stand no more nonsense either in this direction ‑‑ " and the general gave a significant glance ‑‑ "or in any other.  But they wanted a general; they wanted a man who knew his business.  I am not a Garibaldi, you know, and never pretended to be.  I have no genius, or volcanic fire, or that sort of thing; but I do presume to say, with fair troops, paid with tolerable regularity, a battery or two of rifled cannon, and a well-organized commissariat, I am not afraid of meeting any captain of my acquaintance, whatever his land or language.  The Turks are a brave people, and there is nothing in their system, political or religious, which jars with my convictions.  In the army, which is all that I much care for, there is the career of merit, and I can promote any able man that I recognize.  As for their religion, they are tolerant and exact nothing from me; and if I had any religion except Madre Natura, I am not sure I would not prefer Islamism; which is at least simple, and as little sacerdotal as any organized creed can be.  The Porte made me a liberal offer, and I accepted it.  It so happened that, the moment I entered their service, I was wanted.  They had a difficulty on their Dalmatian frontier; I settled it in a way they liked.  And now I am sent here with full powers, and am a pacha of the highest class, and with a prospect of some warm work.  I do not know what your views are, but, if you would like a little more soldiering, I will put you on my staff; and, for aught I know, we may find your winter-quarters at Grand Cairo ‑‑ they say a pleasant place for such a season."

79.¶11	"My soldiering has not been very fortunate," said Lothair; "and I am not quite as great an admirer of the Turks as you are, general.  My mind is rather on the pursuits of peace, and twenty hours ago I had a dream of settling on the shores of the Sea of Galilee."

79.¶12	“Whatever you do," said the general, "give up dreams."

79.¶13	"I think you may be right in that," said Lothair, with half a sigh.

79.¶14	"Action may not always be happiness," said the general; "but there is no happiness without action.  If you will not fight the Egyptians, were I you, I would return home and plunge into affairs.  That was a fine castle of yours I visited one morning; a man who lives in such a place must be able to find a great deal to do."

79.¶15	"I almost wish I were there, with you for my companion," said Lothair.

79.¶16	"The wheel may turn," said the general; "but I begin to think I shall not see much of Europe again.  I have given it some of my best years and best blood; and, if I had assisted in establishing the Roman republic, I should not have lived in vain; but the old imposture seems to me stronger than ever.  I have got ten good years in me yet; and, if I be well supported and in luck, for, after all, every thing depends on fortune, and manage to put a couple of hundred thousand men in perfect discipline, I may find some consolation for not blowing up St. Peter's, and may do something for the freedom of mankind on the banks of the Danube."

CHAPTER 80

80.¶1	Mrs. Putney Giles, in full toilet, was standing before the mantel-piece of her drawing-room in Hyde Park Gardens, and watching, with some anxiety, the clock that rested on it.  It was the dinner-hour, and Mr. Putney Giles, particular in such matters, had not returned.  No one looked forward to his dinner, and a chat with his wife, with greater zest than Mr. Putney Giles; and he deserved the gratification which both incidents afforded him, for he fairly earned it.  Full of news and bustle, brimful of importance and prosperity, sunshiny and successful, his daily return home ‑‑ which, with many, perhaps most, men, is a process lugubriously monotonous ‑‑ was in Hyde Park Gardens, even to Apollonia, who possessed many means of amusement and occupation, a source ever of interest and excitement.

80.¶2	To-day too, particularly, for their great client, friend, and patron, Lothair, had arrived last night, from the Continent, at Muriel House, and had directed Mr. Putney Giles to be in attendance on him on the afternoon of this day.

80.¶3	Muriel House was a family mansion in the Green Park.  It was built of hewn stone, during the last century ‑‑ a Palladian edifice, for a time much neglected, but now restored and duly prepared for the reception of its lord and master by the same combined energy and taste which had proved so satisfactory and successful at Muriel Towers.

80.¶4	It was a long room, the front saloon at Hyde Park Gardens, and the door was as remote as possible from the mantel-piece.  It opened suddenly, but only the panting face of Mr. Putney Giles was seen, as he poured forth in hurried words: "My dear, dreadfully late, but I can dress in five minutes.  I only opened the door in passing, to tell you that I have seen our great friend; wonderful man! but I will tell you all at dinner, or after.  It was not he who kept me, but the Duke of Brecon.  The duke has been with me two hours.  I had a good mind to bring him home to dinner, and give him a bottle of my '48.  They like that sort of thing, but it will keep," and the head vanished.

80.¶5	The Duke of Brecon would not have dined ill, had he honored this household.  It is a pleasant thing to see an opulent and prosperous man of business, sanguine and full of health, and a little overworked, at that royal meal, dinner.  How he enjoys his soup!  And how curious in his fish!  How critical in his entrée, and how nice in his Welsh mutton!  His exhausted brain rallies under the glass of dry sherry, and he realizes all his dreams with the aid of claret that has the true flavor of the violet.

80.¶6	"And now, my dear Apollonia," said Mr. Putney Giles, when the servants had retired, and he turned his chair and played with a new nut from the Brazils, "about our great friend.  Well, I was there at two o'clock, and found him at breakfast.  Indeed, he said that, had he not given me an appointment, he thought he should not have  risen at all.  So delighted he was to find himself again in an English bed.  Well, he told me every thing that had happened.  I never knew a man so unreserved, and so different from what he was when I first knew him, for he never much cared then to talk about himself.  But no egotism, nothing of that sort of thing ‑‑ all his mistakes, all his blunders, as be called them.  He told me every thing, that I might thoroughly understand his position, and that he might judge whether the steps I had taken in reference to it were adequate."

80.¶7	"I suppose about his religion," said Apollonia.  "What is he, after all?"

80.¶8	"As sound as you are.  But you are right; that was the point on which he was most anxious.  He wrote, you know, to me from Malta, when the account of his conversion first appeared, to take all necessary steps to contradict the announcement, and counteract its consequences.  He gave me carte blanche, and was anxious to know precisely what I had done.  I told him that a mere contradiction, anonymous, or from a third person, however unqualified its language, would have no effect in the face of a detailed narrative, like that in all the papers, of his walking in procession and holding a lighted taper, and all that sort of thing.  What I did was this.  I commenced building, by his direction, two new churches on his estate, and announced in the local journals, copied in London, that he would be present at the consecration of both.  I subscribed, in his name, and largely, to all the diocesan societies, gave a thousand pounds to the Bishop of London's fund, and accepted for him the office of steward, for this year, for the Sons of the Clergy.  Then, when the public feeling was ripe, relieved from all its anxieties, and beginning to get indignant at the calumnies that had been so freely circulated, the time for paragraphs had arrived, and one appeared stating that a discovery had taken place of the means by which an unfounded and preposterous account of the conversion of a distinguished young English nobleman at Rome had been invented and circulated, and would probably furnish the occasion for an action for libel.  And now his return and appearance at the Chapel Royal, next Sunday, will clinch the whole business."

80.¶9	"And he was satisfied?"

80.¶10	"Most satisfied; a little anxious whether his personal friends, and particularly the Brentham family, were assured of the truth.  He travelled home with the duke's son and Lord St. Aldegonde, but they came from remote parts, and their news from home was not very recent."

80.¶11	"And how does he look?"

80.¶12	"Very well; never saw him look better.  He is handsomer than he was.  But he is changed.  I could not conceive in a year that any one could be so changed.  He was young for his years; he is now old for his years.  He was, in fact, a boy; he is now a man; and yet it is only a year.  He said it seemed to him ten."

80.¶13	"He has been through a fiery furnace," said Apollonia.

80.¶14	"Well, he has borne it well," said Mr. Giles.  "It is worth while serving such a client, so cordial, so frank, and yet so full of thought.  He say he does not in the least regret all the money he has wasted.  Had he remained at home, it would have gone to building a cathedral."

80.¶15	"And a popish one!" said Apollonia.  "I cannot agree with him," she continued, "that his Italian campaign was a waste of money.  It will bear fruit.  We shall still see the end of the 'abomination of desolation.'"

80.¶16	"Very likely," said Mr. Giles; "but I trust my client will have no more to do with such questions either way."

80.¶17	"And did he ask after his friends?" said Apollonia.

80.¶18	"Very much: he asked after you.  I think he went through all the guests at Muriel Towers except the poor Campians.  He spoke, to me about the colonel, to whom it appears he has written; but Theodora he never mentioned, except by some periphrasis, some allusion to a great sorrow, or to some dear friend whom he had lost.  He seems a little embarrassed about the St. Jeromes, and said more than once that he owed his life to Miss Arundel.  He dwelt a good deal upon this.  He asked also a great deal about the Brentham family.  They seem the people whom he most affects.  When I told him of Lady Corisande's approaching union with the Duke of Brecon, I did not think he half liked it."

80.¶19	"But is it settled?"

80.¶20	"The same as ‑‑ .  The duke has been with me two hours to-day about his arrangements.  He has proposed to the parents, who are delighted with the match, and has received every encouragement from the young lady.  He looks upon it as certain."

80.¶21	"I wish our kind friend had not gone abroad," said Apollonia.

80.¶22	"Well, at any rate, he has come back," said Mr. Giles; "that is something.  I am sure I more than once never expected to see him again."

80.¶23	"He has every virtue, and every charm," said Apollonia, "and principles that are now proved.  I shall never forget his kindness at the Towers.  I wish he were settled for life.  But who is worthy of him?  I hope he will not fall into the clutches of that popish girl.  I have sometimes, from what I observed at Muriel, and other reasons, a dread misgiving."

CHAPTER 81

81.¶1	It was the first night that Lothair had slept in his own house, and, when he awoke in the morning, he was quite bewildered, and thought for a moment he was in the Palazzo Agostini.  He had not reposed in so spacious and lofty a chamber since he was at Rome.  And this brought all his recollection to his Roman life, and every thing that had happened there.  "And yet, after all," he said, "had it not been for Clare Arundel, I should never have seen Muriel House.  I owe to her my life."  His relations with the St. Jerome family were doubtless embarrassing, even painful; and yet his tender and susceptible nature could not for a moment tolerate that he should passively submit to an estrangement from those who had conferred on him so much kindness, and whose ill-considered and injurious courses, as he now esteemed them, were perhaps, and probably, influenced and inspired by exalted, even sacred motives.

81.¶2	He wondered whether they were in London; and, if so, what should he do?  Should he call, or should he write?  He wished he could do something to show to Miss Arundel how much he appreciated her kindness, and how grateful he was.  She was a fine creature, and all her errors were noble ones; enthusiasm, energy, devotion to a sublime cause.  Errors, but are these errors?  Are they not, on the contrary, qualities which should command admiration in any one? and in a woman ‑‑ and a beautiful woman ‑‑ more than admiration?

81.¶3	There is always something to worry you.  It comes as regularly as sunrise.  Here was Lothair under his own roof again, after strange and trying vicissitudes, with his health restored, his youth little diminished, with some strange memories and many sweet ones; on the whole, once more in great prosperity, and yet his mind harped only on one vexing thought, and that was his painful and perplexed relations with the St. Jerome family.

81.¶4	His thoughts were a little distracted from this harassing theme by the novelty of his house, and the pleasure it gave him.  He admired the double staircase and the somewhat heavy, yet richly-carved ceilings; and the look into the park, shadowy and green, with a rich summer sun, and the palace in the distance.  What an agreeable contrast to his hard, noisy sojourn in a bran-new, brobdingnagian hotel, as was his coarse fate when he was launched into London life!  This made him think of many comforts for which he ought to be grateful, and then he remembered Muriel Towers, and how completely and capitally every thing was there prepared and appointed, and while he was thinking over all this ‑‑ and kindly of the chief author of these satisfactory arrangements, and the instances in which that individual had shown, not merely professional dexterity and devotion, but some of the higher qualities that make life sweet and pleasant ‑‑ Mr. Putney Giles was announced, and Lothair sprang forward and gave him his hand with a cordiality which repaid at once that perfect but large-hearted lawyer for all his exertions, and some anxieties that he had never expressed even to Apollonia.

81.¶5	Nothing in life is more remarkable than the unnecessary anxiety which we endure, and generally, occasion ourselves.  Between four and five o'clock, having concluded his long conference with Mr. Putney Giles, Lothair, as if he were travelling the principal street of a foreign town, or rather treading on tiptoe like a prince in some enchanted castle, ventured to walk down St. James Street, and the very first person he met was Lord St. Jerome!

81.¶6	Nothing could be more unaffectedly hearty than his greeting by that good man and thorough gentleman.  "I saw, by the Post, you had arrived," said Lord St. Jerome, "and we were all saying at breakfast how glad we should be to see you again.  And looking so well!  Quite yourself!  I never saw you looking better.  You have been to Egypt with Lord St. Aldegonde, I think? It was the wisest thing you could do.  I said to Gertrude, when you went to Sicily, 'If I were Lothair, I would go a good deal farther than Sicily.'  You wanted change of scene and air, more than any man I know."

81.¶7	"And how are they all?" said Lothair; "my first visit will be to them."

81.¶8	"And they will be delighted to see you.  Lady St. Jerome is a little indisposed ‑‑ a cold caught at one of her bazaars.  She will hold them, and they say that no one ever sells so much.  But still, as I often say, 'My dear Gertrude, would it not be better if I were to give you a check for the institution; it would be the same to them, and would save you a great deal of trouble.'  But she fancies her presence inspires others, and perhaps there is something in it."

81.¶9	"I doubt not; and Miss Arundel?"

81.¶10	"Clare is quite well, and I am hurrying home now to ride with her.  I shall tell her that you asked after her."

81.¶11	"And offer her my kindest remembrances."

81.¶12	"What a relief!" exclaimed Lothair, when once more alone.  "I thought I should have sunk into the earth when he first addressed me, and now I would not have missed this meeting for any consideration."

81.¶13	He had not the courage to go into White's.  He was under a vague impression that the whole population of the metropolis, and especially those who reside in the sacred land, bounded on the one side by Piccadilly, and on the other by Pall Mall, were unceasingly talking of his scrapes and misadventures; but he met Lord Carisbrooke and Mr. Brancepeth.

81.¶14	"Ah! Lothair," said Carisbrooke, "I do not think we have seen you this season ‑‑ certainly not since Easter.  What have you been doing with yourself?"

81.¶15	"You have been in Egypt?" said Mr. Brancepeth.  "The duke was mentioning at White's to-day that you had returned with his son and Lord St. Aldegonde."

81.¶16	"And does it pay?" inquired Carisbrooke.  "Egypt?  What I have found generally in this sort of thing is, that one hardly knows what to do with one's evenings."

81.¶17	"There is something in that," said Lothair, "and perhaps it applies to other countries besides Egypt.  However, though it is true I did return with St. Aldegonde and Bertram, I have myself not been to Egypt."

81.¶18	"And where did you pick them up?"

81.¶19	"At Jerusalem."

81.¶20	"Jerusalem!  What on earth could they go to Jerusalem for?" said Lord Carisbrooke.  "I am told there is no sort of sport there.  They say, in the Upper Nile, there is good shooting."

81.¶21	"St. Aldegonde was disappointed.  I suppose our countrymen have disturbed the crocodiles and frightened away the pelicans?"

81.¶22	"We were going to look in at White's ‑‑ come with us."

81.¶23	Lothair was greeted with general kindness; but nobody seemed aware that he had been long and unusually absent from them.  Some had themselves not come up to town till after Easter, and had therefore less cause to miss him.  The great majority, however, were so engrossed with themselves that they never missed anybody.  The Duke of Brecon appealed to Lothair about something that had happened at the last Derby, and was under the impression, until better informed, that Lothair had been one of his party.  There were some exceptions to this general unacquaintance with events which an hour before Lothair had feared fearfully engrossed society.  Hugo Bohun was doubly charmed to see him, "because we were all in a fright one day that they were going to make you a cardinal, and it turned out that, at the very time they said you were about to enter the conclave, you happened to be at the second cataract.  What lies these newspapers do tell!"

81.¶24	But the climax of relief was reached when the noble and gray-headed patron of the arts in Great Britain approached him with polished benignity, and said, "I can give you perhaps even later news than you can give me of our friends at Jerusalem.  I had a letter from Madame Phœbus this morning, and she mentioned with great regret that you had just left them.  Your first travels, I believe?"

81.¶25	"My first."

81.¶26	"And wisely planned.  You were right in starting out and seeing the distant parts.  One may not always have the energy which such an expedition requires.  You can keep Italy for a later and calmer day."

81.¶27	Thus, one by one, all the cerulean demons of the morn had vanished, and Lothair had nothing to worry him.  He felt a little dull as the dinner-hour approached.  Bertram was to dine at home, and then go to the House of Commons; St. Aldegonde, concluding the day with the same catastrophe, had in the most immoral manner, in the interval, gone to the play to see "School," of which he had read an account in Galignani when he was in quarantine.  Lothair was so displeased with this unfeeling conduct on his part that he declined to accompany him; but Lady St. Aldegonde, who dined at Crecy House, defended her husband, and thought it very right and reasonable that one so fond of the drama as he, who had been so long deprived of gratifying his taste in that respect, should  take the first opportunity of enjoying this innocent amusement.  A solitary dinner at Muriel House, in one of those spacious and lofty chambers, rather appalled Lothair, and he was getting low again, remembering nothing but his sorrows, when Mr. Pinto came up to him and said:  "The impromptu is always successful in life; you cannot be engaged to dinner, for everybody believes you are at Jericho.  What say you to dining with me?  Less than the Muses and more than the Graces, certainly, if you come.  Lady Beatrice has invited herself, and she is to pick up a lady, and I was to look out for a couple of agreeable men.  Huge is coming, and you will complete the charm."

81.¶28	"The spell then is complete," said Lothair; "I suppose a late eight."

CHAPTER 82

82.¶1	Lothair was breakfasting alone on the morrow, when his servant announced the arrival of Mr. Ruby, who had been ordered to be in attendance.

82.¶2	"Show him up," said Lothair, "and bring me the dispatch-box which is in my dressing-room."

82.¶3	Mr. Ruby was deeply gratified to be again in the presence of a nobleman so eminently distinguished, both for his property and his taste, as Lothair.  He was profuse in his congratulations to his lordship on his return to his native land, while at the same time he was opening a bag, from which he extracted a variety of beautiful objects, none of them for sale, all executed commissions, which were destined to adorn the fortunate and the fair.  "This is lovely, my lord, quite new, for the Queen of Madagascar; for the empress this, her majesty's own design, at least almost.  Lady Melton's bridal necklace, and my lord's George, the last given by King James II.; broken up during the revolution, but reset by us from an old drawing with picked stones."

82.¶4	"Very pretty," said Lothair; "but it is not exactly this sort of thing that I want.  See," and he opened the dispatch-box, and took from out of it a crucifix.  It was made of some Eastern wood, inlaid with mother-of-pearl; the figure carved in brass, though not without power, and at the end of each of the four terminations of the cross was a small cavity, enclosing something, and covered with glass.

82.¶5	"See," continued Lothair, "this is the crucifix, given with a carved shell to each pilgrim who visits the Holy Sepulchre.  Within these four cavities is earth from the four holy places: Calvary, Sion, Bethlehem, and Gethsemane.  Now, what I want is a crucifix, something of this dimension, but made of the most costly materials; the figure must be of pure gold; I should like the cross to be of choice emeralds, which I am told are now more precious even than brilliants, and I wish the earth of the sacred places to be removed from this crucifix, and introduced in a similar manner into the one which you are to make; and each cavity must be covered with a slit diamond.  Do you understand?"

82.¶6	"I follow you, my lord," said Mr. Ruby, with glistening eyes.  "It will be a rare jewel.  Is there to be a limit as to the cost?"

82.¶7	"None but such as taste and propriety suggest," said Lothair.  "You will of course make a drawing and an estimate, and send them to me; but I desire dispatch."

82.¶8	When Mr. Ruby had retired, Lothair took from the dispatch-box a sealed packet, and looked at it for some moments, and then pressed it to his lips.

82.¶9	In the afternoon, Lothair found himself again in the saddle, and was riding about London, as if he had never quitted it.  He left his cards at Crecy House, and many other houses, and he called at the St. Jeromes' late, but asked if they were at home.  He had reckoned that they would not be, and his reckoning was right.  It was impossible to conceal from himself that it was a relief.  Mr. Putney Giles dined alone with Lothair this evening, and they talked over many things; among others the approaching marriage of Lady Corisande with the Duke of Brecon.

82.¶10	"Everybody marries except myself," said Lothair, rather peevishly.

82.¶11	"But your lordship is too young to think of that yet," said Mr. Putney Giles.

82.¶12	"I feel very old," said Lothair.

82.¶13	At this moment there arrived a note from Bertram, saying his mother was quite surprised and disappointed that Lothair had not asked to see her in the morning.  She had expected him, as a matter of course, at luncheon, and begged that he would come on the morrow.

82.¶14	"I have had many pleasant luncheons in that house," said Lothair, "but this will be the last.  When all the daughters are married, nobody eats luncheon."

82.¶15	"That would hardly apply to this family," said Mr. Putney Giles, who always affected to know every thing, and generally did.  "They are so united, that I fancy the famous luncheons at Crecy House will always go on, and be a popular mode of their all meeting."

82.¶16	"I half agree with St. Aldegonde," said Lothair, grumbling to himself, "that if one is to meet that Duke of Brecon every day at luncheon, for my part I had rather stay away."

82.¶17	In the course of the evening there also arrived invitations to all the impending balls and assemblies, for Lothair; and there seemed little prospect of his again being forced to dine with his faithful solicitor as a refuge from melancholy.

82.¶18	On the morrow he went in his brougham to Crecy House, and he had such a palpitation of the heart when he arrived, that, for a moment, he absolutely thought he must retire.  His mind was full of Jerusalem, the Mount of Olives, and the Sea of Galilee.  He was never nervous there, never agitated, never harassed, no palpitations of the heart, no dread suspense.  There was repose alike of body and soul.  Why did he ever leave Palestine and Paraclete?  He should have remained in Syria forever, cherishing, in a hallowed scene, a hallowed sorrow, of which even the bitterness was exalted and ennobling.

82.¶19	He stood for a moment in the great hall at Crecy House, and the groom of the chambers in vain solicited his attention.  It was astonishing how much passed through his mind while the great clock hardly described sixty seconds.  But in that space he had reviewed his life, arrived at the conclusion that all was vanity and bitterness, that he had failed in every thing, was misplaced, had no object and no hope, and that a distant and unbroken solitude in some scene, where either the majesty of Nature was overwhelming, or its moral associations were equally sublime, must be his only refuge.  In the meditation of the Cosmos, or in the divine reverie of sacred lands, the burden of existence might be endured.

82.¶20	"Her grace is at luncheon, my lord," at length said the groom of the chamber ‑‑ and Lothair was ushered into the gay, and festive, and cordial scene.  The number of the self-invited guests alone saved him.  His confusion was absolute, and the duchess remarked afterward that Lothair seemed to have regained all his shyness.

82.¶21	When Lothair had rallied and could survey the scene, he found he was sitting by his hostess; that the duke, not a luncheon man, was present, and, as it turned out afterward, for the pleasure of meeting Lothair.  Bertram also was present, and several married daughters, and Lord Montairy, and Captain Mildmay, and one or two others; and next to Lady Corisande was the Duke of Brecon.

82.¶22	So far as Lothair was concerned, the luncheon was unsuccessful.  His conversational powers deserted him.  He answered in monosyllables, and never originated a remark.  He was greatly relieved when they rose and returned to the gallery, in which they seemed all disposed to linger.  The duke approached him, and, in his mood, he found it easier to talk to men than to women.  Male conversation is of a coarser grain, and does not require so much play of thought and manner; discourse about Suez Canal, and Arab horses, and pipes, and pachas, can be carried on without any psychological effort, and, by degrees, banishes all sensibility.  And yet he was rather dreamy, talked better than he listened, did not look his companion in the face, as the duke spoke, which was his custom, and his eye was wandering.  Suddenly, Bertram having joined them, and speaking to his father, Lothair darted away and approached Lady Corisande, whom Lady Montairy had just quitted.

82.¶23	"As I may never have the opportunity again," said Lothair, "let me thank you, Lady Corisande, for some kind thoughts which you deigned to bestow on me in my absence."

82.¶24	His look was serious; his tone almost sad.  Neither were in keeping with the scene and the apparent occasion; and Lady Corisande, not displeased, but troubled, murmured:  "Since I last met you, I heard you had seen much and suffered much."

82.¶25	"And that makes the kind thoughts of friends more precious," said Lothair.  "I have few; your brother is the chief, but even he never did me any kindness so great as when he told me that you had spoken of me with sympathy."

82.¶26	"Bertram's friends are mine," said Lady Corisande; "but, otherwise, it would be impossible for us all not to feel an interest in ‑‑ , one of whom we had seen so much," she added, with some hesitation.

82.¶27	"Ah, Brentham!" said Lothair; "dear Brentham!  Do you remember once saying to me that you hoped you should never leave Brentham?"

82.¶28	"Did I say so?" said Lady Corisande.

82.¶29	"I wish I had never left Brentham," said Lothair; "it was the happiest time of my life.  I had not then a sorrow or a care."

82.¶30	"But everybody has sorrows and cares," said Lady Corisande; "you have, however, a great many things which ought to make you happy."

82.¶31	"I do not deserve to be happy," said Lothair, "for I have made so many mistakes.  My only consolation is that one great error, which you most deprecated, I have escaped."

82.¶32	"Take a brighter and a nobler view of your life," said Lady Corisande; "feel rather you have been tried and not found wanting."

82.¶33	At this moment the duchess approached them, and interrupted their conversation; and, soon after this, Lothair left Crecy House, still moody, but less despondent.

82.¶34	There was a ball at Lady Clanmorne's in the evening, and Lothair was present.  He was astonished at the number of new faces he saw, the new phrases he heard, the new fashions alike in dress and manner.  He could not believe it was the same world that he had quitted only a year ago.  He was glad to take refuge with Hugo Bohun as with an old friend, and could not refrain from expressing to that eminent person his surprise at the novelty of all around him.

82.¶35	"It is you, my dear Lothair," replied Hugo, "that is surprising, not the world ‑‑ that has only developed in your absence.  What could have induced a man like you to be away for a whole season from the scene?  Our forefathers might afford to travel ‑‑ the world was then stereotyped.  It will not do to be out of sight now.  It is very well for St. Aldegonde to do these things, for the great object of St. Aldegonde is not to be in society, and he has never succeeded in his object.  But here is the new beauty."

82.¶36	There was a stir and a sensation.  Men made way, and even women retreated ‑‑ and, leaning on the arm of Lord Carisbrooke, in an exquisite costume that happily displayed her splendid figure, and, radiant with many charms, swept by a lady of commanding mien and stature, self-possessed, and even grave, when, suddenly turning her head, her pretty face broke into enchanting dimples, as she exclaimed:  "Oh, cousin Lothair!"

82.¶37	Yes, the beautiful giantesses of Muriel Towers had become the beauties of the season.  Their success had been as sudden and immediate as it was complete and sustained.  "Well, this is stranger than all!" said Lothair to Hugo Bohun when Lady Flora had passed on.

82.¶38	"The only persons talked of," said Hugo.  "I am proud of my previous acquaintance with them.  I think Carisbrooke has serious thoughts; but there are some who prefer Lady Grizell."

82.¶39	"Lady Corisande was your idol last season," said Lothair.

82.¶40	"Oh, she is out of the running," said Hugo; "she is finished.  But I have not heard yet of any day being fixed.  I wonder, when he marries, whether Brecon will keep on his theatre?"

82.¶41	"His theatre!"

82.¶42	"Yes; the high mode now for a real swell is to have a theatre.  Brecon has the Frolic; Kate Simmons is his manager, who calls herself Athalie de Montfort.  You ought to have a theatre, Lothair; and, if there is not one to hire, you should build one.  It would show that you are alive again and had the spirit of an English noble, and atone for some of your eccentricities."

82.¶43	"But I have no Kate Simmons who calls herself Athalie de Montfort," said Lothair.  "I am not so favored, Hugo.  However, I might succeed Brecon, as I hardly suppose he will maintain such an establishment when he is married."

82.¶44	"I beg your pardon," rejoined Hugo.  "It is the thing.  Several of our greatest swells have theatres and are married.  In fact, a first-rate man should have every thing, and therefore he ought to have both a theatre and a wife."

82.¶45	"Well, I do not think your manners have improved since, last year, or your words," said Lothair.  "I have half a mind to go down to Muriel, and shut myself up there."

82.¶46	He walked away and sauntered into the ballroom.  The first forms he recognized were Lady Corisande waltzing with the Duke of Brecon, who was renowned for this accomplishment.  The heart of Lothair felt bitter.  He remembered his stroll to the dairy with the Duchess at Brentham, and their conversation.  Had his views then been acceded to, how different would have been his lot!  And it was not his fault that they had been rejected.  And yet, had they been accomplished, would they have been happy?  The character of Corisande, according to her mother, was not then formed, nor easily scrutable.  Was it formed now? and what were its bent and genius?  And his own character?  It could not be denied that his mind was somewhat crude then, and his general conclusions on life and duty hardly sufficiently matured and developed to offer a basis for domestic happiness on which one might confidently depend.

82.¶47	And Theodora?  Had he married then, he should never have known Theodora.  In this bright saloon, amid the gayety of festive music, and surrounded by gliding forms of elegance and brilliancy, his heart was full of anguish when he thought of Theodora.  To have known such a woman and to have lost her!  Why should a man live after this?  Yes; he would retire to Muriel, once hallowed by her presence, and he would raise to her memory some monumental fane, beyond the dreams ever of Artemisia, and which should commemorate alike her wondrous life and wondrous mind.

82.¶48	A beautiful hand was extended to him, and a fair face, animated with intelligence, welcomed him without a word.  It was Lady St. Jerome.  Lothair bowed lowly and touched her hand with his lip.

82.¶49	"I was sorry to have missed you yesterday.  We had gone down to Vauxe for the day, but I heard of you from my lord with great pleasure.  We are all of us so happy that you have entirely recovered your health."

82.¶50	"I owe that to you, dearest lady," said Lothair, "and to those under your roof.  I can never forget your goodness to me.  Had it not been for you, I should not have been here or anywhere else."

82.¶51	"No, no; we did our best for the moment.  But I quite agree with my lord, now, that you stayed too long at Rome under the circumstances.  It was a good move ‑‑ that going to Sicily, and so wise of you to travel in Egypt.  Men should travel."

82.¶52	"I have not been to Egypt," said Lothair; "I have been to the Holy Land, and am a pilgrim.  I wish you would tell Miss Arundel that I shall ask her permission to present her with my crucifix, which contains the earth of the holy places.  I should have told her this myself, if I had seen her yesterday.  Is she here?"

82.¶53	"She is at Vauxe; she could not tear herself away from the roses."

82.¶54	"But she might have brought them with her as companions," said Lothair, "as you have, I apprehend, yourself."

82.¶55	"I will give you this in Clare's name," said Lady St. Jerome, as she selected a beautiful flower and presented it to Lothair.  "It is in return for your crucifix, which I am sure she will highly esteem.  I only wish it were a rose of Jericho."

82.¶56	Lothair started.  The name brought up strange and disturbing associations: the procession in the Jesuits' church, the lighted tapers, the consecrated children, one of whom had been supernaturally presented with the flower in question.  There was an awkward silence, until Lothair, almost without intending it, expressed a hope that the cardinal was well.

82.¶57	"Immersed in affairs, but I hope well," replied Lady St. Jerome.  "You know what has happened? But you will see him.  He will speak to you of these matters himself."

82.¶58	"But I should like also to hear from you."

82.¶59	"Well, they are scarcely yet to be spoken of," said Lady St. Jerome.  "I ought not perhaps even to have alluded to the subject; but I know how deeply devoted you are to religion.  We are on the eve of the greatest event of this century.  When I wake in the morning, I always fancy that I have heard of it only in dreams.  And many ‑‑ all this room ‑‑ will not believe in the possibility of its happening.  They smile when the contingency is alluded to, and if I were not present they would mock.  But it will happen ‑‑ I am assured it will happen," exclaimed Lady St. Jerome, speaking with earnestness, though in a hushed voice.  "And no human imagination can calculate or conceive what may be its effect on the destiny of the human race."

82.¶60	"You excite my utmost curiosity," said Lothair.

82.¶61	"Hush! there are listeners.  But we shall soon meet again.  You will come and see us, and soon.  Come down to Vauxe on Saturday; the cardinal will be there.  And the place is so lovely now.  I always say Vauxe at Whitsuntide, or a little later, is a scene for Shakespeare.  You know you always liked Vauxe."

82.¶62	"More than liked it," said Lothair; "I have passed at Vauxe some of the happiest hours of my life."

CHAPTER 83

83.¶1	On the morning of the very Saturday on which Lothair was to pay his visit to Vauxe, riding in the park, he was joined by that polished and venerable nobleman who presides over the destinies of art in Great Britain.  This distinguished person had taken rather a fancy to Lothair, and liked to talk to him about the Phœbus family; about the great artist himself, and all his theories and styles; but especially about the fascinating Madame Phœbus and the captivating Euphrosyne.

83.¶2	"You have not found time, I dare say," said the nobleman, "to visit the exhibition of the Royal Academy?"

83.¶3	"Well, I have only been here a week," said Lothair, "and have had so many things to think of, and so many persons to see."

83.¶4	"Naturally," said the nobleman; "but I recommend you to go.  I am now about to make my fifth visit there; but it is only to a single picture, and I envy its owner."

83.¶5	"Indeed!" said Lothair.  "Pray tell me its subject, that I may not fail to see it."

83.¶6	"It is a portrait," said the nobleman, "only a portrait, some would say, as if the finest pictures in the world were not only portraits.  The masterpieces of the English school are portraits, and some day when you have leisure and inclination, and visit Italy, you will see portraits by Titian and Raffaelle and others, which are the masterpieces of art.  Well, the picture in question is a portrait by a young English painter at Rome and of an English lady.  I doubt not the subject was equal to the genius of the artist, but I do not think that the modern pencil has produced any thing equal to it, both, in design and color and expression.  You should see it, by all means, and I have that opinion of your taste that I do not think you will be content by seeing it once.  The real taste for fine art in this country is proved by the crowd that always surrounds that picture; and yet only a portrait of an English lady, a Miss Arundel."

83.¶7	"A Miss Arundel?" said Lothair.

83.¶8	"Yes, of a Roman Catholic family; I believe a relative of the St. Jeromes.  They were at Rome last year, when this portrait was executed."

83.¶9	"If you will permit me," said Lothair, "I should like to accompany you to the Academy.  I am going out of town this afternoon, but not far, and could manage it."

83.¶10	So they went together.  It was the last exhibition of the Academy in Trafalgar Square. The portrait in question was in the large room, and hung on the eye line; so, as the throng about it was great, it was not easy immediately to inspect it.  But one or two R. A.s who were gliding about, and who looked upon the noble patron of art as a sort of divinity, insensibly controlled the crowd, and secured for their friend and his companion the opportunity which they desired.

83.¶11	"It is the finest thing since the portrait of the Cenci," said the noble patron.

83.¶12	The painter had represented Miss Arundel in her robe of a sister of mercy, but with uncovered head.  A wallet was at her side, and she held a crucifix.  Her beautiful eyes, full of mystic devotions met those of the spectator with a fascinating power that kept many spell-bound.  In the background of the picture was a masterly glimpse of the papal gardens and the wondrous dome.

83.¶13	"That must be a great woman," said the noble patron of art.

83.¶14	Lothair nodded assent in silence.

83.¶15	The crowd about the picture seemed breathless and awe-struck.  There were many women, and in some eyes there were tears.

83.¶16	"I shall go home," said one of the spectators; "I do not wish to see any thing else."

83.¶17	"That is religion," murmured her companion.  "They may say what they like, but it would be well for us if we were all like her."

83.¶18	It was a short half-hour by the railroad to Vauxe, and the station was close to the park gates.  The sun was in its last hour when Lothair arrived, but he was captivated by the beauty of the scene, which he had never witnessed in its summer splendor.  The rich foliage of the great avenues, the immense oaks that stood alone, the deer glancing in the golden light, and the quaint and stately edifice itself, so finished and so fair, with its freestone pinnacles and its gilded vanes glistening and sparkling in the warm and lucid sky, contrasted with the chilly hours when the cardinal and himself had first strolled together in that park, and when they tried to flatter themselves that the morning mist clinging to the skeleton trees was perhaps the burst of spring.

83.¶19	Lothair found himself again in his old rooms, and, as his valet unpacked his toilet, be fell into one of his reveries.

83.¶20	"What," he thought to himself, "if life after all be only a dream?  I can scarcely realize what is going on.  It seems to me; I have passed through a year of visions.  That I should be at Vauxe again!  A roof I once thought rife with my destiny.  And perhaps it may prove so.  And, were it not for the memory of one event, I should be a ship without a rudder."

83.¶21	There were several guests in the house, and, when Lothair entered the drawing-room, he was glad to find that it was rather full.  The cardinal was by the side of Lady St. Jerome when Lothair entered, and immediately after saluting his hostess it was his duty to address his late guardian.  Lothair. had looked forward to this meeting with apprehension.  It seemed impossible that it should not to a certain degree be annoying.  Nothing of the kind.  It was impossible to greet him more cordially, more affectionately than did Cardinal Grandison.

83.¶22	"You have seen a great deal since we parted," said the cardinal.  "Nothing could be wiser than your travelling.  You remember that at Muriel I recommended you to go to Egypt, but I thought it better that you should see Rome first.  And it answered: you made the acquaintance of its eminent men, men whose names will be soon in everybody's mouth, for before another year elapses Rome will be the cynosure of the world.  Then, when the great questions come on which will decide the fate of the human race for centuries, you will feel the inestimable advantage of being master of the situation, and that you are familiar with every place and every individual.  I think you were not very well at Rome; but next time you must choose your season.  However, I may congratulate you on your present looks.  The air of the Levant seems to have agreed with you."

83.¶23	Dinner was announced almost at this moment, and Lothair, who had to take out Lady Clanmorne, had no opportunity before dinner of addressing any one else except his hostess and the cardinal.  The dinner-party was large, and it took some time to reconnoitre all the guests.  Lothair observed Miss Arundel, who was distant from him and on the same side of the table, but neither Monsignore Capel nor Father Coleman were present.

83.¶24	Lady Clanmorne chatted agreeably.  She was content to talk, and did not insist on conversational reciprocity.  She was a pure free-trader in gossip.  This rather suited Lothair.  It pleased Lady Clanmorne to-day to dilate upon marriage and the married state, but especially on all her acquaintances, male and female, who were meditating the surrender of their liberty and about to secure the happiness of their lives.

83.¶25	"I suppose the wedding of the season ‑‑ the wedding of weddings ‑‑ will be the Duke  of Brecon's," she said.  "But I do not hear of any day being fixed."

83.¶26	"Ah!" said Lothair, "I have been abroad and am very deficient in these matters.  But I was travelling with the lady's brother, and he has never yet told me that his sister was going to be married."

83.¶27	"There is no doubt about that," said Lady Clanmorne.  "The duchess said to a friend of mine the other day, who congratulated her, that there was no person in whom she should have more confidence as a son-in-law than the duke."

83.¶28	"But most marriages turn out unhappy," said Lothair, rather morosely.

83.¶29	"Oh! my dear lord, what can you mean?"

83.¶30	"Well I think so," he said doggedly.  "Among the lower orders, if we may judge from the newspapers, they are always killing their wives, and in our class we get rid of them in a more polished way, or they get rid of us."

83.¶31	"You quite astonish me with such sentiments," said Lady Clanmorne.  "What would Lady St. Jerome think if she heard you, who told me the other day that she believed you to be a faultless character?  And the duchess too, your friend's mamma, who thinks you so good, and that it is so fortunate for her son to have such a companion?"

83.¶32	"As for Lady St. Jerome, she believes in every thing," said Lothair; "and it is no compliment that she believes in me.  As for my friend's mamma, her ideal character, according to you, is the Duke of Brecon, and I cannot pretend to compete with him.  He may please the duchess, but I cannot say the Duke of Brecon is a sort of man I admire."

83.¶33	"Well, he is no great favorite of mine," said Lady Clanmorne; "I think him overbearing and selfish, and I should not like at all to be his wife."

83.¶34	"What do you think of Lady Corisande?" said Lothair.

83.¶35	"I admire her more than any girl in society, and I think she will be thrown away on the Duke of Brecon.  She is clever and she has strong character, and, I am told, is capable of great affections.  Her manners are good, finished, and natural; and she is beloved by her young friends, which I always think a test."

83.¶36	"Do you think her handsome?"

83.¶37	"There can be no question about that: she is beautiful, and her beauty is of a high class.  I admire her much more than all her sisters.  She has a grander mien."

83.¶38	"Have you seen Miss Arundel's picture at the Academy?"

83.¶39	"Everybody has seen that: it has made a fury."

83.¶40	"I heard an eminent judge say to-day, that it was the portrait of one who must be a great woman."

83.¶41	"Well, Miss Arundel is a remarkable person."

83.¶42	"Do you admire her?"

83.¶43	"I have heard first-rate critics say that there was no person to be compared to Miss Arundel.  And unquestionably it is a most striking countenance: that profound brow and those large deep eyes ‑‑ and then her figure is so fine; but, to tell you the truth, Miss Arundel is a person I never could make out."

83.¶44	"I wonder she does not marry," said Lothair.

83.¶45	"She is very difficult," said Lady Clanmorne.  "Perhaps, too, she is of your opinion about marriage."

83.¶46	"I have a good mind to ask her after dinner whether she is," said Lothair.  "I fancy she would not marry a Protestant?"

83.¶47	"I am no judge of such matters," said Lady Clanmorne; "only I cannot help thinking that there would be more chance of a happy marriage when both were of the same religion."

83.¶48	"I wish we were all of the same religion.  Do not you?"

83.¶49	"Well, that depends a little on what the religion might be."

83.¶50	"Ah!" sighed Lothair, "what between religion and marriage and some other things, it appears to me one never has a tranquil moment.  I wonder what religious school the Duke of Brecon belongs to?  Very high and dry, I should think."

83.¶51	The moment the gentlemen returned to the drawing-room, Lothair singled out Miss Arundel, and attached himself to her.

83.¶52	"I have been to see your portrait today," he said.  She changed color.

83.¶53	"I think it," he continued, "the triumph of modern art, and I could not easily fix on any production of the old masters that excels it."

83.¶54	"It was painted at Rome," she said, in a low voice.

83.¶55	"So I understood.  I regret that, when I was at Rome, I saw so little of its art.  But my health, you know, was wretched.  Indeed, if it had not been for some friends ‑‑ I might say for one friend ‑‑ I should not have been here or in this world.  I can never express to that person my gratitude, and it increases every day.  All that I have dreamed of angels was then realized."

83.¶56	"You think too kindly of us."

83.¶57	"Did Lady St. Jerome give you my message about the earth from the holy places which I had placed in a crucifix, and which I hope you will accept from me, in remembrance of the past and your Christian kindness to me?  I should have left it at St. James's Square before this, but it required some little arrangement after its travels."

83.¶58	"I shall prize it most dearly, both on account of its consecrated character and for the donor's sake, whom I have ever wished to see the champion of our Master."

83.¶59	"You never had a wish, I am sure," said Lothair, "that was not sublime and pure."

CHAPTER 84

84.¶1	They breakfasted at Vauxe, in the long gallery.  It was always a merry meal, and it was the fashion of the house that all should be present.  The cardinal was seldom absent.  He used to say:  "I feel more on equal terms with my friends at breakfast, and rather look forward to my banquet of dry toast."  Lord St. Jerome was quite proud of receiving his letters and newspapers at Vauxe earlier by far than be did at St. James's Square; and, as all were supplied with their letters and journals, there was a great demand, for news, and a proportional circulation of it.  Lady Clanmorne indulged this passion for gossip amusingly one morning, and read a letter from her correspondent, written with the grace of a Sévigné, but which contained details of marriages, elopements, and a murder among their intimate acquaintance, which made all the real intelligence quite insipid, and was credited for at least half an hour.

84.¶2	The gallery at Vauxe was of great length, and the breakfast-table was laid at one end of it.  The gallery was of panelled oak, with windows of stained glass in the upper panes, and the ceiling, richly and heavily carved, was entirely gilt, but with deadened gold.  Though stately, the general effect was not free from a certain character of gloom.  Lit, as it was, by sconces, this was at night much softened; but, on a rich summer morn, the gravity and repose of this noble chamber were grateful to the senses.

84.¶3	The breakfast was over; the ladies had retired, stealing off with the Morning Post, the gentlemen gradually disappearing for the solace of their cigars.  The cardinal, who was conversing with Lothair, continued their conversation while walking up and down the gallery, far from the hearing of the servants, who were disembarrassing the breakfast-table, and preparing it for luncheon.  A visit to a country-house, as Pinto says, is a series of meals mitigated by the new dresses of the ladies.

84.¶4	"The more I reflect on your travels," said the cardinal, "the more I am satisfied with what has happened.  I recognize the hand of Providence in your preliminary visit to Rome and your subsequent one to Jerusalem.  In the vast events which are impending, that man is in a strong position who has made a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre.  Yon remember our walk in the park here," continued the cardinal; "I felt then that we were on the eve of some mighty change, but it was then indefinite, though to me inevitable.  You were destined, I was persuaded, to witness it, even, as I hoped, to take no inconsiderable share in its fulfilment.  But I hardly believed that I should have been spared for this transcendent day, and, when it is consummated, I will gratefully exclaim, 'Nunc me dimittis!'"

84.¶5	"You, allude, sir, to some important matter which Lady St. Jerome a few days ago intimated to me, but it was only an intimation, and purposely very vague."

84.¶6	"There is no doubt," said the cardinal, speaking with solemnity, "of what I now communicate to you.  The Holy Father, Pius IX., has resolved to summon an Œcumenical Council."

84.¶7	"An Œcumenical Council!" said Lothair.

84.¶8	"It is a weak phrase," resumed the cardinal, "to say it will be the greatest event of this century.  I believe it will be the greatest event since the Episcopate of St. Peter; greater, in its consequences to the human race, than the fall of the Roman Empire, the pseudo-Reformation, or the Revolution of France.  It is much more than three hundred years since the last Œcumenical Council, the Council of Trent, and the world still vibrates with its decisions.  But the Council of Trent, compared with the impending Council of the Vatican, will be as the mediæval world of Europe compared with the vast and complete globe which man has since discovered and mastered."

84.¶9	"Indeed!" said Lothair.

84.¶10	"Why, the very assembly of the Fathers of the Church will astound the Freemasons, and the secret societies, and the atheists.  That alone will be a demonstration of power on the part of the Holy Father which no conqueror from Sesostris to Napoleon has ever equalled.  It was only the bishops of Europe that assembled at Trent, and, inspired by the Holy Spirit, their decisions have governed man for more than three hundred years.  But now the bishops of the whole world will assemble round the chair of St. Peter, and prove by their presence the catholic character of the Church.  Asia will send its patriarchs and pontiffs, and America and Australia its prelates; and at home, my dear young friend, the Council of the Vatican will offer a striking contrast to the Council of Trent; Great Britain will be powerfully represented.  The bishops of Ireland might have been counted on, but it is England also that will send her prelates now, and some of them will take no ordinary share in transactions that will give a new form and color to human existence."

84.¶11	"Is it true, sir, that the object of the council is to declare the infallibility of the pope?"

84.¶12	"In matters of faith and morals," said the cardinal quickly.  "There is no other infallibility.  That is a secret with God.  All that we can know of the decision of the council on this awful head is, that its decision, inspired by the Holy Spirit, must infallibly be right.  We must await that decision, and, when made known, we must embrace it, not only with obedience, but with the interior assent of mind and will.  But there are other results of the council on which we may speculate; and which, I believe, it will certainly accomplish: first, it will show in a manner that cannot be mistaken that there is only one alternative for the human intellect: Rationalism or Faith; and, secondly, it will exhibit to the Christian powers the inevitable future they are now preparing for themselves."

84.¶13	"I am among the faithful," said Lothair.

84.¶14	"Then you must be a member of the Church Catholic," said the cardinal.  "The basis on which God has willed that His revelation should rest in the world is the testimony of the Catholic Church, which, if considered only as a human and historical witness, affords the highest and most certain evidence for the fact and the contents of the Christian religion.  If this be denied, there is no such thing as history.  But the Catholic Church is not only a human and historical witness of its own origin, constitution, and authority, it is also a supernatural and divine witness, which can neither fail nor err.  When it œcumenically speaks, it is not merely the voice of the fathers of the world; it declares what 'it hath seemed good to the Holy Ghost and to us.'"

84.¶15	There was a pause, and then Lothair remarked:  "You said, air, that the council would show to the civil powers of the Christian world the inevitable future they are preparing for themselves?"

84.¶16	"Even so.  Now mark this, my child.  At the Council of Trent the Christian powers were represented, and properly so.  Their seats will be empty at the Council of the Vatican.  What does that mean?  The separation between Church and State, talked of for a long time, now demonstrated.  And what does separation between Church and State mean?  That society is no longer consecrated.  The civil governments of the world no longer profess to be Catholic.  The faithful indeed among their subjects will be represented at the council by their pastors, but the civil powers have separated themselves from the Church; either by royal edict, or legislative enactment, or revolutionary changes, they have abolished the legal status of the Catholic Church within their territory.  It is not their choice; they are urged on by an invisible power that is anti-Christian, and which is the true, natural, and implacable enemy of the one visible and universal Church.  The coming anarchy is called progress, because it advances along the line of departure from the old Christian order of the world.  Christendom was the offspring of the Christian family, and the foundation of the Christian family is the sacrament of matrimony, the sprit of all domestic and public morals.  The anti-Christian societies are opposed to the principle of home.  When they have destroyed the hearth, the morality of society will perish.  A settlement in the foundations may be slow in sinking, but it brings all down at last.  The next step in de-Christianizing the political life of nations is to establish national education without Christianity.  This is systematically aimed at wherever the revolution has its way.  The period and policy of Julian are returning.  Some think this bodes ill for the Church; no, it is the State that will suffer.  The secret societies are hurrying the civil governments of the world, and mostly the governments who disbelieve in their existence, to the brink of a precipice, over which monarchies, and law, and civil order, will ultimately fall and perish together."

84.¶17	"Then all is hopeless," said Lothair.

84.¶18	"To human speculation," said the cardinal; "but none can fathom the mysteries of Divine interposition.  This coming council may save society, and on that I would speak to you most earnestly.  His holiness has resolved to invite the schismatic priesthoods to attend it, and labor to bring about the unity of Christendom.  He will send an ambassador to the patriarch of the heresy of Photius, which is called the Greek Church.  He will approach Lambeth.  I have little hope of the latter, though there is more than one of the Anglican bishops who revere the memory and example of Laud.  But I by no means despair of your communion being present in some form at the council.  There are true spirits at Oxford who sigh for unity.  They will form, I hope, a considerable deputation; but, as not yet being prelates, they cannot take their seats formally in the council, I wish, in order to increase and assert their influence, that they should be accompanied by a band of powerful laymen, who shall represent the pious and pure mind of England ‑‑ the coming guardians of the land in the dark hour that may be at hand.  Considering your previous knowledge of Rome, your acquaintance with its eminent men and its language, and considering too, as I well know, that the Holy Father looks to you as one marked out by Providence to assert the truth, it would please me ‑‑ and, trust me, it would be wise in you ‑‑ were you to visit Rome on this sublime occasion, and perhaps put your mark on the world's history."

84.¶19	"It must yet be a long time before the council meets," said Lothair, after a pause.

84.¶20	"Not too long for preparation," replied the cardinal.  "From this hour, until its assembling, the pulse of humanity will throb.  Even at this hour they are speaking of the same matters as ourselves alike on the Euphrates and the St. Lawrence.  The good Catesby is in Ireland, conferring with the bishops, and awakening them to the occasion.  There is a party among them narrow-minded and local, the effects of their education.  There ought not to be an Irish priest who was not brought up at the Propaganda.  You know that admirable institution.  We had some happy hours at Rome together ‑‑ may we soon repeat them!  You were very unwell there; next time you will judge of Rome in health and vigor."

CHAPTER 85

85.¶1	They say there is a skeleton in every house; it may be doubted.  What is more certain are the sorrow and perplexity which sometimes, without a warning and preparation, suddenly fall upon a family living in a world of happiness and ease, and meriting their felicity by every gift of fortune and disposition.

85.¶2	Perhaps there never was a circle that enjoyed life more, and deserved to enjoy life more, than the Brentham family.  Never was a family more admired and less envied.  Nobody grudged them their happy gifts and accidents, for their demeanor was so winning, and their manners so cordial and sympathetic, that every one felt as if he shared their amiable prosperity.  And yet, at this moment, the duchess, whose countenance was always as serene as her soul, was walking with disturbed visage and agitated step up and down the private room of the duke; while his grace, seated, his head upon his arm, and with his eyes on the ground, was apparently in anxious thought.

85.¶3	Now, what had happened?  It seems that these excellent parents had become acquainted, almost at the same moment, with two astounding and disturbing facts: their son wanted to marry Euphrosyne Cantacuzene, and their daughter would not marry the Duke of Brecon.

85.¶4	"I was so perfectly unprepared for the communication," said the duke, looking up, "that I have no doubt I did not express myself as I ought to have done.  But I do not think I said any thing wrong.  I showed surprise, sorrow ‑‑ no anger.  I was careful not to say any thing to hurt his feelings ‑‑ that is a great point in these matters ‑‑ nothing disrespectful of the young lady.  I invited him to speak to me again about it when I had a little got over my surprise."

85.¶5	"It is really a catastrophe," exclaimed the duchess; "and only think, I came to you for sympathy in my sorrow, which, after all, though distressing, is only a mortification!"

85.¶6	"I am very sorry about Brecon," said the duke, "who is a man of honor, and would have suited us very well; but, my dear Augusta, I never took exactly the same view of this affair as you did ‑‑ I was never satisfied that Corisande returned his evident, I might say avowed, admiration of her."

85.¶7	"She spoke of him always with great respect," said the duchess, "and that is much in a girl of Corisande's disposition.  I never heard her speak of any of her admirers in the same tone ‑‑ certainly not of Lord Carisbrooke; I was quite prepared for her rejection of him.  She never encouraged him."

85.¶8	"Well," said the duke, "I grant you it is mortifying ‑‑ infinitely distressing; and Brecon is the last man I could have wished that it should occur to; but, after all, our daughter must decide for herself in such affairs.  She is the person most interested in the event.  I never influenced her sisters in their choice, and she also must be free.  The other subject is more grave."

85.¶9	"If we could only ascertain who she really is," said the duchess.

85.¶10	"According to Bertram, fully our equal; but I confess I am no judge of Levantine nobility," his grace added, with a mingled expression of pride and despair.

85.¶11	"That dreadful travelling abroad!" exclaimed the duchess.  "I always had a foreboding of something disastrous from it.  Why should be have gone abroad, who has never been to Ireland, or seen half the counties of his own country?"

85.¶12	"They all will go," said the duke; "and I thought, with St. Aldegonde, he was safe from getting into any scrape of this kind."

85.¶13	"I should like to speak to Granville about it," said the duchess.  "When he is serious, his judgment is good."

85.¶14	"I am to see St. Aldegonde before I speak to Bertram," said the duke.  "I should not be surprised if he were here immediately."

85.¶15	One of the social mysteries is, "how things get about!"  It is not the interest of any of the persons immediately connected with the subject that society should be aware that the Lady Corisande had declined the proposal of the Duke of Brecon.  Society had no right even to assume that such a proposal was either expected or contemplated.  The Duke of Brecon admired Lady Corisande, so did many others; and many others were admired by the Duke of Brecon.  The duchess even hoped that, as the season was waning, it might break up, and people go into the country or abroad, and nothing be observed.  And yet it "got about."  The way things get about is through the Hugo Bohuns.  Nothing escapes their quick eyes and slow hearts.  Their mission is to peer into society, like professional astronomers ever on the watch to detect the slightest change in the phenomena.  Never embarrassed by any passion of their own, and their only social scheming being to maintain their transcendent position, all their life and energy are devoted to the discovery of what is taking place around them; and experience, combined with natural tact, invests them with almost a supernatural skill in the detection of social secrets.  And so it happened that scarcely a week had passed before Hugo began to sniff the air, and then to make fine observations at balls, as to whom certain persons danced with, or did not dance with; and then he began the curious process of what he called putting two and two together, and putting two and two together proved in about a fortnight that it was all up between Lady Corisande and the Duke of Brecon.

85.¶16	Among others he imparted this information to Lothair, and it set Lothair a thinking; and he went to a ball that evening solely with the purpose of making social observations like Hugo Bohun.  But Lady Corisande was not there, though the Duke of Brecon was, apparently in high spirits, and waltzing more than once with Lady Grizell Falkirk.  Lothair was not very fortunate in his attempts to see Bertram.  He called more than once at Crecy House too, but in vain.  The fact is, Bertram was naturally entirely engrossed with his own difficulties, and the duchess, harassed and mortified, could no longer be at home in the morning.

85.¶17	Her grace, however, evinced the just appreciation of character for which women are remarkable, in the confidence which she reposed in the good sense of Lord St. Aldegonde at this crisis.  St. Aldegonde was the only one of his sons-in-law whom the duke really considered and a little feared.  When St. Aldegonde was serious, his influence over men was powerful.  And he was serious now.  St. Aldegonde, who was not conventional, had made the acquaintance of Mr. Cantacuzene immediately on his return to England, and they had become friends.  He had dined in the Tyburnian palace of the descendant of the Greek emperors more than once, and had determined to make his second son, who was only four years of age, a Greek merchant.  When the duke therefore consulted him on "the catastrophe," St. Aldegonde took high ground, spoke of Euphrosyne in the way she deserved, as one equal to an elevated social position, and deserving it.  "But if you ask me my opinion, sir," he continued, "I do not think, except for Bertram's sake, that you have any cause to fret yourself.  The family wish her to marry her cousin, the eldest son of the Prince of Samos.  It is an alliance of the highest, and suits them much better than any connection with us.  Besides, Cantacuzene will give his children large fortunes, and they like the money to remain in the family.  A hundred or a hundred and fifty thousand pounds ‑‑ perhaps more ‑‑ goes a great way on the coasts of Asia Minor.  You might buy up half the Archipelago.  The Cantacuzenes are coming to dine with us next week.  Bertha is delighted with them.  Mr. Cantacuzene is so kind as to say he will take Clovis into his counting-house.  I wish I could induce your grace to come and meet him: then you could judge for yourself.  You would not be in the least shocked were Bertram to marry the daughter of some of our great merchants or bankers.  This is a great merchant and banker, and the descendant of princes, and his daughter one of the most beautiful and gifted of women and worthy to be a princess."

85.¶18	"There is a good deal in what St. Aldegonde says," said the duke afterward to his wife.  "The affair takes rather a different aspect.  It appears they are really people of high consideration, and great wealth too.  Nobody could describe them as adventurers."

85.¶19	"We might gain a little time," said the duchess.  "I dislike peremptory decisions.  It is a pity we have not an opportunity of seeing the young lady."

85.¶20	"Granville says she is the most beautiful woman he ever met, except her sister."

85.¶21	"That is the artist's wife?" said the duchess.

85.¶22	"Yes," said the duke, "I believe a most distinguished man, but it rather adds to the imbroglio.  Perhaps things may turn out better than they first promised.  The fact is, I am more amazed than annoyed.  Granville knows the father, it seems, intimately.  He knows so many odd people.  He wants me to meet him at dinner.  What do you think about it?  It is a good thing sometimes to judge for one's self.  They say this Prince of Samos she is half betrothed to is attaché to the Turkish embassy at Vienna, and is to visit England."

85.¶23	"My nervous system is quite shaken," said the duchess.  "I wish we could all go to Brentham.  I mentioned it to Corisande this morning, and I was surprised to find that she wished to remain in town."

85.¶24	"Well, we will decide nothing, my dear, in a hurry.  St. Aldegonde says that, if we decide in that sense, he will undertake to break off the whole affair.  We may rely on that.  We need consider the business only with reference to Bertram's happiness and feelings.  That is an important issue, no doubt, but it is a limited one.  The business is not of so disagreeable a nature as it seemed.  It is not an affair of a rash engagement, in a discreditable quarter, from which he cannot extricate himself.  There is no doubt they are thoroughly reputable people, and will sanction nothing which is not decorous and honorable.  St. Aldegonde has been a comfort to me in this matter; and you will find out a great deal when you speak to him about it.  Things might be worse.  I wish I was as easy about the Duke of Brecon.  I met him this morning and rode with him ‑‑ to show there was no change in my feelings."

CHAPTER 86

86.¶1	The world goes on with its aching hearts and its smiling faces, and very often, when a year has revolved, the world finds out there was no sufficient cause for the sorrows or the smiles.  There is too much unnecessary anxiety in the world, which is apt too hastily to calculate the consequences of any unforeseen event, quite forgetting that, acute as it is in observation, the world, where the future is concerned, is generally wrong.  The duchess would have liked to have buried herself in the shades of Brentham, but Lady Corisande, who deported herself as if there were no care at Crecy House except that occasioned by her brother's rash engagement, was of opinion that "mamma would only brood over this vexation in the country," and that it would be much better not to anticipate the close of the waning season.  So the duchess and her lovely daughter were seen everywhere where they ought to be seen, and appeared the pictures of serenity and satisfaction.

86.¶2	As for Bertram's affair itself, under the manipulation of St. Aldegonde, it began to assume a less anxious and more practicable aspect.  The duke was desirous to secure his son's happiness, but wished nothing to be done rashly.  If, for example, in a year's time or so, Bertram continued in the same mind, his father would never be an obstacle to his well-considered wishes.  In the mean time, an opportunity might offer of making the acquaintance of the young lady and her friends.

86.¶3	And, in the mean time, the world went on dancing, and betting, and banqueting, and making speeches, and breaking hearts and heads, till the time arrived when social stock is taken, the results of the campaign estimated and ascertained, and the question asked, "Where do you think of going this year?"

86.¶4	"We shall certainly winter at Rome," said Lady St. Jerome to Lady Clanmorne, who was paying a morning visit.  "I wish you could induce Lord Clanmorne to join us."

86.¶5	"I wish so, too," said the lady, "but that is impossible.  He never will give up his hunting."

86.¶6	"I am sure there are more foxes in the Campagna than at Vauxe," said Lady St. Jerome.

86.¶7	"I suppose you have heard of what they call the double event?" said Lady Clanmorne.

86.¶8	"No."

86.¶9	"Well, it is quite true; Mr. Bohun told me last night, and he always knows every thing."

86.¶10	"Every thing!" said Lady St. Jerome; "but what is it that he knows now?"

86.¶11	"Both the Ladies Falkirk are to be married!  And on the same day."

86.¶12	"But to whom?"

86.¶13	"Whom should you think?"

86.¶14	"I will not even guess," said Lady St. Jerome.

86.¶15	"Clare," she said to Miss Arundel, who was engaged apart, "you always find out conundrums.  Lady Clanmorne has got some news for us.  Lady Flora Falkirk and her sister are going to be married, and on the same day.  And to whom, think you?"

86.¶16	"Well, I should think that somebody has made Lord Carisbrooke a happy man," said Miss Arundel,

86.¶17	"Very good," said Lady Clanmorne.  "I think Lady Flora will make an excellent Lady Carisbrooke.  He is not quite as tall as she is, but he is a man of inches.  And now for Lady Grizell."

86.¶18	"My powers of divination are quite exhausted," said Miss Arundel.

86.¶19	"Well, I will not keep you in suspense," said Lady Clanmorne.  "Lady Grizell is to be Duchess of Brecon."

86.¶20	"Duchess of Brecon!" exclaimed both Miss Arundel and Lady St. Jerome.

86.¶21	"I always admired the ladies," said Miss Arundel.  "We met them at a country-house last year, and I thought them pleasing in every way ‑‑ artless and yet piquant; but I did not anticipate their fate being so soon sealed."

86.¶22	"And so brilliantly," added Lady St. Jerome.

86.¶23	"You met them at Muriel Towers," said Lady Clanmorne.  "I heard of you there: a most distinguished party.  There was an American lady there, was there not? a charming person, who sang, and acted, and did all sorts of things."

86.¶24	"Yes; there was.  I believe, however, she was an Italian, married to an American."

86.¶25	"Have you seen much of your host at Muriel Towers?" said Lady Clanmorne.

86.¶26	"We see him frequently," said Lady St. Jerome.

86.¶27	"Ah! yes, I remember; I met him at Vauxe the other day.  He is a great admirer of yours," Lady Clanmorne added, addressing Miss Arundel.

86.¶28	"Oh! we are friends, and have long been so," said Miss Arundel, and she left the room.

86.¶29	"Clare does not recognize admirers," said Lady St. Jerome, gravely.

86.¶30	"I hope the ecclesiastical fancy is not reviving," said Lady Clanmorne.  "I was half in hopes that the lord of Muriel Towers might have deprived the Church of its bride."

86.¶31	"That could never be," said Lady St. Jerome; "though, if it could have been, a source of happiness to Lord St. Jerome and myself would not have been wanting.  We greatly regard our kinsman, but, between ourselves," added Lady St. Jerome in a low voice, "it was supposed that he was attached to the American lady of whom you were speaking."

86.¶32	"And where is she now?"

86.¶33	"I have heard nothing of late.  Lothair was in Italy at the same time as ourselves, and was ill there, under our roof; so we saw a great deal of him.  Afterward he travelled for his health, and has now just returned from the East."

86.¶34	A visitor was announced, and Lady Clanmorne retired.

86.¶35	Nothing happens as you expect.  On his voyage home Lothair had indulged in dreams of renewing his intimacy at Crecy House, around whose hearth all his sympathies were prepared to cluster.  The first shock to this romance was the news he received of the impending union of Lady Corisande with the Duke of Brecon.  And, what with this unexpected obstacle to intimacy, and the domestic embarrassments occasioned by Bertram's declaration, he had become a stranger to a roof which had so filled his thoughts.  It seemed to him that he could not enter the house either as the admirer of the daughter or as the friend of her brother.  She was probably engaged to another, and, as Bertram's friend and fellow-traveller, he fancied he was looked upon by the family as one who had in some degree contributed to their mortification.  Much of this was imaginary, but Lothair was very sensitive, and the result was that he ceased to call at Crecy House, and for some time, kept aloof from the duchess and her daughter, when he met them in general society.  He was glad to hear from Bertram and St. Aldegonde that the position of the former was beginning to soften at home, and that the sharpness of his announcement was passing away.  And, when he had clearly ascertained that the contemplated union of Lady Corisande with the duke was certainly not to take place, Lothair began to reconnoitre, and try to resume his original position.  But his reception was not encouraging, at least not sufficiently cordial for one who by nature was retiring and reserved.  Lady Corisande was always kind, and after some time he danced with her again.  But there were no invitations to luncheon from the duchess; they never asked him to dinner.  His approaches were received with courtesy, but he was not courted.

86.¶36	The announcement of the marriage of the Duke of Brecon did not, apparently, in any degree, distress Lady Corisande.  On the contrary, she expressed much satisfaction at her two young friends settling in life with such success and splendor.  The ambition both of Lady Flora and Lady Grizell was that Corisande should be a bridesmaid.  This would be a rather awkward post to occupy under the circumstances, so she embraced both, and said that she loved them both so equally, that she would not give a preference to either, and therefore, though she certainly would attend their wedding, she would refrain from taking part in the ceremony.

86.¶37	The duchess went with Lady Corisande one morning to Mr. Ruby's to choose a present from her daughter to each of the young ladies.  Mr. Ruby in a back shop poured forth his treasures of bracelets, and rings, and lockets.  The presents must be similar in value and in beauty, and yet there must be some difference between them; so it was a rather long and troublesome investigation, Mr. Ruby, as usual, varying its monotony, or mitigating its wearisomeness, by occasionally, or suddenly, exhibiting some splendid or startling production of his art.  The parure of an empress, the bracelets of grand-duchesses, a wonderful fan that was to flutter in the hands of majesty, had all in due course appeared, as well as the black pearls and yellow diamonds that figure and flash on such occasions, before eyes so favored and so fair.

86.¶38	At last ‑‑ for, like a prudent general, Mr. Ruby had always a great reserve ‑‑ opening a case, he said, "There!" and displayed a crucifix of the most exquisite workmanship and the most precious materials.

86.¶39	"I have no hesitation in saying the rarest jewel which this century has produced.  See! the figure by Monti; a masterpiece.  Every emerald in the cross a picked stone.  These corners, your grace is aware," said Mr. Ruby, condescendingly, "contain the earth of the holy places at Jerusalem.  It has been shown to no one but your grace."

86.¶40	"It is indeed most rare and beautiful," said the duchess, "and most interesting, too, from containing the earth of the holy places.  A commission, of course?"

86.¶41	"From one of our most eminent patrons," and then he mentioned Lothair's name.

86.¶42	Lady Corisande looked agitated.

86.¶43	"Not for himself," said Mr. Ruby.

86.¶44	Lady Corisande seemed relieved.

86.¶45	"It is a present to a young lady ‑‑ Miss Arundel."

86.¶46	Lady Corisande changed color, and, turning away, walked toward a case of works of art, which was in the centre of the shop, and appeared to be engrossed in their examination.

CHAPTER 87

87.¶1	A day or two after this adventure of the crucifix, Lothair met Bertram, who said to him, "By-the-by, if you want to see my people before they leave town, you must call at once."

87.¶2	"You do not mean that," replied Lothair, much surprised.  "Why, the duchess told me, only three or four days ago, that they should not leave town until the end of the first week of August.  They are going to the weddings."

87.¶3	"I do not know what my mother said to you, my dear fellow, but they go to Brentham the, day after to-morrow, and will not return.  The duchess has been for a long time wishing this, but Corisande would stay.  She thought they would only bother themselves about my affairs, and there was more distraction for them in town.  But now they are going, and it is for Corisande they go.  She is not well, and they have suddenly resolved to depart."

87.¶4	"Well, I am very sorry to hear it," said Lothair; "I shall call at Crecy House.  Do you think they will see me?"

87.¶5	"Certain."

87.¶6	"And what are your plans?"

87.¶7	"I have none," said Bertram.  "I suppose I must not leave my father alone at this moment.  He has behaved well; very kindly, indeed.  I have nothing to complain of.  But still all is vague, and I feel somehow or other I ought to be about him."

87.¶8	"Have you heard from our dear friends abroad?"

87.¶9	"Yes," said Bertram, with a sigh, "Euphrosyne writes to me; but I believe St. Aldegonde knows more about their views and plans than I do.  He and Mr. Phœbus correspond much.  I wish to Heaven they were here, or rather that we were with them!" he added, with another sigh.  "How happy we all were, at Jerusalem!  How I hate London!  And Brentham worse.  I shall have to go to a lot of agricultural dinners and all sorts of things.  The duke expects it, and I am bound now to do every thing to please him.  What do you think of doing?"

87.¶10	"I neither know nor care," said Lothair, in a tone of great despondency.

87.¶11	"You are a little hipped."

87.¶12	"Not a little.  I suppose it is the excitement of the last two years that has spoiled me for ordinary life.  But I find the whole thing utterly intolerable, and regret now that I did not rejoin the staff of the general.  I shall never have such a chance again.  It was a mistake; but one is born to blunder."

87.¶13	Lothair called at Crecy House.  The hall-porter was not sure whether the duchess was at home, and the groom of the chambers went to see.  Lothair had never experienced this form.  When the groom of the chambers came down again, he gave her grace's compliments; but she had a headache, and was obliged to lie down, and was sorry she could not see Lothair, who went away livid.

87.¶14	Crecy House was only yards from St. James's Square, and Lothair repaired to an accustomed haunt.  He was not in a humor for society, and yet he required sympathy.  There were some painful associations with the St. Jerome family, and yet they had many charms.  And the painful associations had been greatly removed by their easy and cordial reception of him, and the charms had been renewed and increased by subsequent intercourse.  After all, they were the only people who had always been kind to him.  And, if they had erred in a great particular, they had been animated by pure, and even sacred, motives.  And had they erred?  Were not his present feelings of something approaching to desolation a fresh proof that the spirit of man can alone be sustained by higher relations than merely human ones?  So he knocked at the door, and Lady St. Jerome was at home.  She had not a headache; there were no mysterious whisperings between hall-porters and grooms of the chamber, to ascertain whether he was one of the initiated.  Whether it were London or Vauxe, the eyes of the household proved that he was ever a welcome and cherished guest.

87.¶15	Lady St. Jerome was alone, and rose from her writing-table to receive him.  And then ‑‑ for she was a lady who never lost a moment ‑‑ she resumed some work, did not interfere with their conversation.  Her talking resources were so happy and inexhaustible, that it signified little that her visitor, who was bound in that character to have something to say, was silent and moody.

87.¶16	"My lord," she continued, "has taken the Palazzo Agostini for a term.  I think we should always pass our winters at Rome under any circumstances, but ‑‑ the cardinal has spoken to you about the great event ‑‑ if that comes off, of which, between ourselves, whatever the world may say, I believe there is no sort of doubt, we should not think of being absent from Rome for a day during the council."

87.¶17	"Why! it may last years," said Lothair.  "There is no reason why it should not last the Council of Trent.  It has in reality much more to do."

87.¶18	"We do things quicker now," said Lady St. Jerome.

87.¶19	"That depends on what there is to do.  To revive faith is more difficult than to create it."

87.¶20	"There will be no difficulty when the Church has assembled," said Lady St. Jerome.  "This sight of the universal Fathers coming from the uttermost ends of the earth to bear witness to the truth will at once sweep away all the vain words and vainer thoughts of this unhappy century.  It will be what they call a great fact, dear Lothair; and when the Holy Spirit descends upon their decrees, my firm belief is the whole world will rise as it were from a trance, and kneel before the divine tomb of St. Peter."

87.¶21	"Well, we shall see," said Lothair.

87.¶22	"The cardinal wishes you very much to attend the council.  He wishes you to attend it as an Anglican, representing with a few others our laity.  He says it would have the very best effect for religion."

87.¶23	"He spoke to me."

87.¶24	"And you agreed to go?"

87.¶25	"I have not refused him.  If I thought I could do any good I am not sure I would not go," said Lothair; "but, from what I have seen of the Roman court, there is little hope of reconciling our differences.  Rome is stubborn.  Now, look at the difficulty they make about the marriage of a Protestant and one of their own communion.  It to cruel, and I think on their part unwise."

87.¶26	"The sacrament of marriage is of ineffable holiness," said Lady St. Jerome.

87.¶27	"I do not wish to deny that," said Lothair, "but I see no reason why I should not marry a Roman Catholic if I liked, without the Roman Church interfering and entirely regulating my house and home."

87.¶28	"I wish you would speak to Father Coleman about this," said Lady St. Jerome.

87.¶29	"I have had much talk with Father Coleman about many things in my time," said Lothair, "but not about this.  By-the-by, have you any news of the monsignore?"

87.¶30	"He is in Ireland, arranging about the Œcumenical Council.  They do not understand these matters there as well as we do in England, and his holiness, by the cardinal's advice, has sent the monsignore to put things right."

87.¶31	"All the Father Colemans in the world cannot alter the state of affairs about mixed marriages," said Lothair; "they can explain, but they cannot alter.  I want change in this matter, and Rome never changes."

87.¶32	"It is impossible for the Church to change," said Lady St. Jerome, "because it is Truth."

87.¶33	"Is Miss Arundel at home?" said Lothair.

87.¶34	"I believe so," said Lady St. Jerome.

87.¶35	"I never see her now," he said, discontentedly.  "She never goes to balls, and she never rides.  Except occasionally under this roof, she is invisible."

87.¶36	'"Clare does not go any longer into society," said Lady St. Jerome.

87.¶37	"Why?"

87.¶38	"Well, it is a secret," said Lady St. Jerome, with some disturbance of countenance and speaking in a lower tone; "at least at present; and yet I can hardly on such a subject wish that there should be a secret from you ‑‑ Clare is about to take the veil."

87.¶39	"Then I have not a friend left in the world," said Lothair, in a despairing tone.

87.¶40	Lady St. Jerome looked at him with an anxious glance.  "Yes," she continued; "I do not wish to conceal it from you, that for a time we could have wished it otherwise ‑‑ it has been, it is a trying event for my lord and myself ‑‑ but the predisposition, which was always strong, has ended in a determination so absolute, that we recognize the Divine purpose in her decision, and we bow to it."

87.¶41	"I do not bow to it," said Lothair; "I think it barbarous and unwise."

87.¶42	"Hush, hush! dear friend."

87.¶43	"And does the cardinal approve of this step?"

87.¶44	"Entirely."

87.¶45	"Then my confidence in him is entirely destroyed," said Lothair.

CHAPTER 88

88.¶1	It was August, and town was thinning fast.  Parliament still lingered, but only for technical purposes; the political struggle of the session having terminated at the end of July.  One social event was yet to be consummated ‑‑ the marriages of Lothair's cousins.  They were to be married on the same day, at the same time, and in the same place.  Westminster Abbey was to be the scene, and, as it was understood that the service was to be choral, great expectations of ecclesiastical splendor and effect were much anticipated by the fair sex.  They were, however, doomed to disappointment, for, although the day was fine, the attendance numerous and brilliant beyond precedent, Lord Culloden would have "no popery."  Lord Carisbrooke, who was a ritualist, murmured, and was encouraged in his resistance by Lady Clanmorne and a party, but, as the Duke of Brecon was high and dry, there was a want of united action, and Lord Culloden had his way.

88.¶2	After the ceremony, the world repaired to the mansion of Lord Culloden in Belgrave Square, to inspect the presents, and to partake of a dinner called a breakfast.  Cousin Lothair wandered about the rooms, and had the satisfaction of seeing a bracelet with a rare and splendid sapphire which he had given to Lady Flora, and a circlet of diamond stars which he had placed on the brow of the Duchess of Brecon.  The St. Aldegondes were the only members of the Brentham family who were present.  St. Aldegonde had a taste for marriages and public executions, and Lady St. Aldegonde wandered about with Lothair, and pointed out to him Corisande's present to his cousins.

88.¶3	"I never was more disappointed than by your family leaving town so early this year," he said.

88.¶4	"We were quite surprised."

88.¶5	"I am sorry to bear your sister is indisposed."

88.¶6	"Corisande! she is perfectly well."

88.¶7	"I hope the duchess's headache is better," said Lothair.  "She could not receive me when I called to say farewell, because she had a headache."

88.¶8	"I never knew mamma to have a headache," said Lady St. Aldegonde.

88.¶9	"I suppose you will be going to Brentham?"

88.¶10	"Next week."'

88.¶11	"And Bertram too?"

88.¶12	"I fancy that we shall be all there."

88.¶13	"I suppose we may consider now that the season is really over!"

88.¶14	"Yes; they stayed for this.  I should not be surprised if every one in these rooms had disappeared by to-morrow."

88.¶15	"Except myself," said Lothair.

88.¶16	"Do you think of going abroad again?"

88.¶17	"One might as well go," said Lothair, "as remain."

88.¶18	"I wish Granville would take me to Paris.  It seems so odd not to have seen Paris.  All I want is to see the new streets and dine at a café."

88.¶19	"Well, you have an object; that is something," said Lothair.  "I have none."

88.¶20	"Men have always objects," said Lady St. Aldegonde.  "They make business when they have none, or it makes itself.  They move about, and it comes."

88.¶21	"I have moved about a great deal," said Lothair, "and nothing has come to me but disappointment.  I think I shall take to croquet, like that curious gentleman I remember at Brentham."

88.¶22	"Ah! you remember every thing."

88.¶23	"It is not easy to forget any thing at Brentham," said Lothair.  "It is just two years ago.  That was a happy time."

88.¶24	"I doubt whether our reassembling will be quite as happy this year," said Lady St. Aldegonde, in a serious tone.  "This engagement of Bertram is an anxious business; I never saw papa before really fret.  And there are other things which are not without vexation ‑‑ at least to mamma."

88.¶25	"I do not think I am a great favorite of your mamma," said Lothair.  "She once used to be very kind to me, but she is so no longer."

88.¶26	"I am sure you mistake her," said Lady St. Aldegonde, but not in a tone which indicated any confidence in her remark.  "Mamma is anxious about my brother, and all that."

88.¶27	"I believe the duchess thinks that I am in some way or other connected with this embarrassment; but I really had nothing to do with it, though I could not refuse my testimony to the charms of the young lady, and my belief she would make Bertram a happy man."

88.¶28	"As for that, you know, Granville saw a great deal more of her, at least at Jerusalem, than you did, and he has said to mamma a great deal more than you have done."

88.¶29	"Yes; but she thinks that, had it not been for me, Bertram would never have known the Phœbus family.  She could not conceal that from me, and it has poisoned her mind."

88.¶30	"Oh! do not use such words."

88.¶31	"Yes; but they are true.  And your sister is prejudiced against me also."

88.¶32	"That I am sure she is not," said Lady St. Aldegonde, quickly.  "Corisande was always your friend."

88.¶33	"Well, they refused to see me, when we may never meet again for months, perhaps for years," said Lothair, "perhaps never."

88.¶34	"What shocking things you are saying, my dear lord, to-day!  Here, Lord Culloden wants yon to return thanks for the bridesmaids.  You must put on a merry face."

88.¶35	The dreary day at last arrived, and very quickly, when Lothair was the only person left in town.  When there is nobody you know in London, the million that go about are only voiceless phantoms.  Solitude in a city is a trance.  The motion of the silent beings with whom you have no speech or sympathy, only makes the dreamlike existence more intense.  It is not so in the country; the voices of Nature are abundant, and, from the hum of insects to the fall of the avalanche, something is always talking to you.

88.¶36	Lothair shrank from the streets.  He could not endure the dreary glare of St. James's and the desert sheen of Pall Mall.  He could mount his horse in the park, and soon lose himself in suburban roads that he once loved.  Yes; it was irresistible; and he made a visit to Belmont.  The house was dismantled, and the gardens shorn of their lustre, but still it was there; very fair in the sunshine, and sanctified in his heart.  He visited every room that he had frequented, and lingered in her boudoir.  He did not forget the now empty pavilion, and he plucked some flowers that she once loved, and pressed them to his lips, and placed them near his heart.  He felt now what it was that made him unhappy: it was the want of sympathy.

88.¶37	He walked through the park to the residence of Mr. Phœbus, where he had directed his groom to meet him.  His heart beat as he wandered along, and his eye was dim with tears.  What characters and what scenes had he not become acquainted with since his first visit to Belmont!  And, even now, when they had departed, or were absent, what influence were they not exercising over his life, and the life of those most intimate with him!  Had it not been for his pledge to Theodora, it was far from improbable that he would now have been a member of the Roman Catholic Church, and all his hopes at Brentham, and his intimacy with the family on which he had most reckoned in life for permanent friendship and support, seemed to be marred and blighted by the witching eyes of that mirthful Euphrosyne, whose mocking words on the moonlit terrace at Belmont first attracted his notice to her.  And then, by association of ideas, he thought of the general, and what his old commander had said at their last interview, reminding him of his fine castle, and expressing his conviction that the lord of such a domain must have much to do.

88.¶38	"I will try to do it," said Lothair; "and will go down to Muriel tomorrow."

CHAPTER 89

89.¶1	Lothair, who was very sensible to the charms of Nature, found at first relief in the beauties of Muriel.  The season was propitious to the scene.  August is a rich and leafy month, and the glades and avenues and stately trees of his parks and pleasaunces seemed, at the same time, to soothe and gladden his perturbed spirit.  Muriel was still new to him, and there was much to examine and explore for the first time.  He found a consolation also in the frequent remembrance that these scenes had been known to those whom he loved.  Often in the chamber, and often in the bower, their forms arose; sometimes their voices lingered in his ear; a frolic laugh, or whispered words of kindness and enjoyment.  Such a place as Muriel should always be so peopled.  But that is impossible.  One cannot always have the most agreeable people in the world assembled under one's roof.  And yet the alternative should not be the loneliness he now experienced.  The analytical Lothair resolved that there was no happiness without sympathy.

89.¶2	The most trying time were the evenings.  A man likes to be alone in the morning.  He writes his letters and reads the newspapers, attempts to examine his steward's accounts, and if he wants society can gossip with his stud-groom.  But a solitary evening in the country is gloomy, however brilliant the accessories.  As Mr. Phœbus was not present, Lothair violated the prime principles of a first-class Aryan education, and ventured to read a little.  It is difficult to decide which is the most valuable companion to a country eremite at his nightly studies, the volume that keeps him awake or the one that sets him a-slumbering.

89.¶3	At the end of a week Lothair had some good sport on his moors ‑‑ and this reminded him of the excellent Campian, who had received and answered his letter.  The colonel, however, held out but a faint prospect of returning at present to Europe, though, whenever he did, he promised to be the guest of Lothair.  Lothair asked some of his neighbors to dinner, and he made two large parties to slaughter his grouse.  They were grateful and he was popular, but "we have not an idea in common," thought Lothair, as, wearied and uninterested, he bade his last guest his last good-night.  Then Lothair paid a visit to the lord-lieutenant, and stayed two nights at Agramont Castle.  Here he met many county notables, and "great was the company of the preachers;" but the talk was local or ecclesiastical, and, after the high-spiced condiments of the conversation to which he was accustomed, the present discourse was insipid even to nausea.  He sought some relief in the society of Lady Ida Alice, but she blushed when she spoke to him, and tittered when he replied to her; and at last he found refuge in pretty Mrs. Ardenne, who concluded by asking him for his photograph.

89.¶4	On the morrow of his return to Muriel, the servant bringing in his letters, he seized one in the handwriting of Bertram, and, discarding the rest, devoured the communication of his friend, which was eventful.

89.¶5	It seems that the Phœbus family had returned to England, and were at Brentham, and had been there a week.  The family were delighted with them, and Euphrosyne was an especial favorite.  But this was not all.  It seems that Mr. Cantacuzene had been down to Brentham, and stayed, which he never did anywhere, a couple of days.  And the duke was particularly charmed with Mr. Cantacuzene.  This gentleman, who was only in the earlier term of middle age, and looked younger than his age, was distinguished in appearance, highly polished, and singularly acute.  He appeared to be the master of great wealth, for he offered to make upon Euphrosyne any settlement which the duke desired.  He had no son, and did not wish his sons-in-law to be sighing for his death.  He wished his daughters, therefore, to enjoy the bulk of their inheritances in his lifetime.  He told the duke that he had placed one hundred thousand pounds in the names of trustees on the marriage of Madame Phœbus, to accumulate, "and when the genius and vanity of her husband are both exhausted, though I believe they are inexhaustible," remarked Mr. Cantacuzene, "it will be a nest's-egg for them to fall back upon, and at least save them from penury."  The duke had no doubt that Mr. Cantacuzene was of imperial lineage.  But the latter portion of the letter was the most deeply interesting to Lothair.  Bertram wrote that his mother had just observed that she thought the Phœbus family would like to meet Lothair, and begged Bertram to invite him to Brentham.  The letter ended by an urgent request, that, if disengaged, he should arrive immediately.

89.¶6	Mr. Phœbus highly approved of Brentham.  All was art, and art of a high character.  He knew no residence with an aspect so thoroughly Aryan.  Though it was really a family party, the house was quite full; at least, as Bertram said to Lothair on his arrival, "there is only room for you ‑‑ and you are in your old quarters."

89.¶7	"That is exactly what I wished," said Lothair.

89.¶8	He had to escort the duchess to dinner.  Her manner was of old days.  "I thought you would like to meet your friends," she said.

89.¶9	"It gives me much pleasure, but much more to find myself at Brentham."

89.¶10	"There seems every prospect of Bertram being happy.  We are enchanted with the young lady.  You know her, I believe, well?  The duke is highly pleased with her, father, Mr. Cantacuzene ‑‑ he says one of the most sensible men he ever met, and a thorough gentleman, which he may well be, for I believe there is no doubt he is of the highest descent ‑‑ emperors they say, princes even now.  I wish you could have met him, but he would only stay eight-and-forty hours.  I understand his affairs are vast."

89.¶11	"I have always heard a considerable person; quite the head of the Greek community in this country ‑‑ indeed, in Europe generally."

89.¶12	"I see by the morning papers that Miss Arundel has taken the veil."

89.¶13	"I missed my papers to-day," said Lothair, a little agitated, "but I have long been aware of her intention of doing so."

89.¶14	"Lady St. Jerome will miss her very much.  She was quite the soul of the house."

89.¶15	"It must be a great and painful sacrifice," said Lothair; "but, I believe, long meditated.  I remember when I was at Vauxe, nearly two years ago, that I was told this was to be her fate.  She was quite determined on it."

89.¶16	"I saw the beautiful crucifix you gave her, at Mr. Ruby's."

89.¶17	"It was an homage to her for her great goodness to me when I was ill at Rome ‑‑ and it was difficult to find any thing that would please or suit her.  I fixed on the crucifix, because it permitted me to transfer to it the earth of the holy places, which were included in the crucifix, that was given to me by the monks of the Holy Sepulchre, when I made my pilgrimage to Jerusalem."

89.¶18	In the evening St. Aldegonde insisted on their dancing, and he engaged himself to Madame Phœbus.  Bertram and Euphrosyne seemed never separated; Lothair was successful in inducing Lady Corisande to be his partner.

89.¶19	"Do you remember your first ball at Crecy House?" asked Lothair.  "You are not nervous now?"

89.¶20	"I would hardly say that," said Lady Corisande, "though I try not to show it."

89.¶21	"It was the first ball for both of us," said Lothair.  "I have not danced so much in the interval as you have.  Do you know, I was thinking, just now, I have danced oftener with you than with any one else?"

89.¶22	"Are not you glad about Bertram's affair ending so well?"

89.¶23	"Very; he will be a happy man.  Every body is happy, I think, except myself."

89.¶24	In the course of the evening, Lady St. Aldegonde, on the arm of Lord Montairy, stopped for a moment as she passed Lothair, and said:  "Do you remember our conversation at Lord Culloden's breakfast?  Who was right about mamma?"

89.¶25	They passed their long summer days in rambling and riding, and in wondrous new games which they played in the hall.  The striking feature, however, were the matches at battledore and shuttlecock between Madame Phœbus and Lord St. Aldegonde, in which the skill and energy displayed were supernatural, and led to betting.  The evenings were always gay; sometimes they danced; more or less they always had some delicious singing.  And Mr. Phœbus arranged some tableaux most successfully.

89.¶26	All this time, Lothair hung much about Lady Corisande; he was by her side in the riding-parties, always very near her when they walked, and sometimes he managed unconsciously to detach her from the main party, and they almost walked alone.  If he could not sit by her at dinner, he joined her immediately afterward, and whether it were a dance, a tableau, or a new game, somehow or other he seemed always to be her companion.

89.¶27	It was about a week after the arrival of Lothair, and they were at breakfast at Brentham, in that bright room full of little round tables which Lothair always admired, looking, as it did, upon a garden of many colors.

89.¶28	"How I hate modern gardens!" said St. Aldegonde.  "What a horrid thing this is!  One might as well have a mosaic pavement there.  Give me cabbage-roses, sweet-peas, and wall-flowers.  That is my idea of a garden.  Corisande's garden is the only sensible thing of the sort."

89.¶29	"One likes a mosaic pavement to look like a garden," said Euphrosyne, "but not a garden like a mosaic pavement."

89.¶30	"The worst of these mosaic beds," said Madame Phœbus, "is, you can never get a nosegay, and if it were not for the kitchen-garden, we should be destitute of that gayest and sweetest of creations."

89.¶31	"Corisande's garden is, since your first visit to Brentham," said the duchess to Lothair.  "No flowers are admitted that have not perfume.  It is very old-fashioned.  You must get her to show it you."

89.¶32	It was agreed that after breakfast they should go and see Corisande's garden.  And a party did go ‑‑ all the Phœbus family, and Lord and Lady St. Aldegonde, and Lady Corisande, and Bertram, and Lothair.

89.¶33	In the pleasure-grounds of Brentham were the remains of an ancient garden of the ancient house that had long ago been pulled down.  When the modern pleasure-grounds were planned and created, notwithstanding the protests of the artists in landscape, the father of the present duke would not allow this ancient garden to be entirely destroyed, and you came upon its quaint appearance in the dissimilar world in which it was placed, as you might in some festival of romantic costume upon a person habited in the courtly dress of the last century.  It was formed upon a gentle southern slope, with turfen terraces walled in on three sides, the fourth consisting of arches of golden yew.  The duke had given this garden to Lady Corisande, in order that she might practise her theory, that flower-gardens should be sweet and luxuriant, and not hard and scentless imitations of works of art.  Here, in their season, flourished abundantly all those productions of Nature which are now banished from our once delighted senses; huge bushes of honey-suckle, and bowers of sweet-pea and sweet-brier, and jessamine clustering over the walls, and gillyflowers scenting with their sweet breath the ancient bricks from which they seemed to spring.  There were banks of violets which the southern breeze always stirred, and mignonette filled every vacant nook.  As they entered now, it seemed a blaze of roses and carnations, though one recognized in a moment the presence of the lily, the heliotrope, and the stock.  Some white peacocks were basking on the southern wall, and one of them, as their visitors entered, moved and displayed its plumage with scornful pride.  The bees were busy in the air, but their homes were near, and you might watch them laboring in their glassy hives.

89.¶34	"Now, is not Corisande quite right?" said Lord St. Aldegonde, as he presented Madame Phœbus with a garland of woodbine, with which she said she would dress her head at dinner.  All agreed with him, and Bertram and Euphrosyne adorned each other with carnations, and Mr. Phœbus placed a flower on the uncovered head of Lady St. Aldegonde, according to the principles of high art, and they sauntered and rambled in the sweet and sunny air amid a blaze of butterflies and the ceaseless hum of bees.

89.¶35	Bertram and Euphrosyne had disappeared; and the rest were lingering about the hives while Mr. Phœbus gave them a lecture on the apiary and its marvellous life.  The bees understood Mr. Phœbus, at least he said so, and thus his friends had considerable advantage in this lesson in entomology.  Lady Corisande and Lothair were in a distant comer of the garden, and she was explaining to him her plans; what she had done and what she meant to do.

89.¶36	"I wish I had a garden like this at Muriel," said Lothair.

89.¶37	"You could easily make one."

89.¶38	"If you helped me."

89.¶39	"I have told you all my plans," said Lady Corisande.

89.¶40	"Yes; but I was thinking of something else when you spoke," said Lothair.

89.¶41	"That was not very complimentary."

89.¶42	"I do not wish to be complimentary," said Lothair, "if compliments mean less than they declare.  I was not thinking of your garden, but of you."

89.¶43	"Where can they have all gone?" said Lady Corisande, looking round.  "We must find them."

89.¶44	"And leave this garden?" said Lothair.  "And I without a flower, the only one without a flower?  I am afraid that is significant of my lot."

89.¶45	"You shall choose a rose," said Lady Corisande.

89.¶46	"Nay; the charm is, that it should be your choice."

89.¶47	But choosing the rose lost more times and, when Corisande and Lothair reached the arches of golden yew, there were no friends in sight.

89.¶48	"I think I hear sounds this way," said Lothair, and he led his companion farther from home.

89.¶49	"I see no one," said Lady Corisande, distressed, and when they had advanced a little way.

89.¶50	"We are sure to find them in good time," said Lothair.  "Besides, I wanted to speak to you about the garden at Muriel.  I wanted to induce you to go there and help me to make it.  Yes," he added, after some hesitation, "on this spot ‑‑ I believe on this very spot ‑‑ I asked the permission of your mother two years ago to express to you my love.  She thought me a boy, and she treated me as a boy.  She said I knew nothing of the world, and both our characters were unformed.  I know the world now.  I have committed many mistakes, doubtless many follies ‑‑ have formed many opinions, and have changed many opinions; but to one I have been constant, in one I am unchanged ‑‑ and that is my adoring love to you."

89.¶51	She turned pale, she stopped, then, gently taking his arm, she hid her face in his breast.

89.¶52	He soothed and sustained her agitated frame, and sealed with an embrace her speechless form.  Then, with soft thoughts and softer words, clinging to him, he induced her to resume their stroll, which both of them now wished might assuredly be undisturbed.  They had arrived at the limit of the pleasure-grounds, and they wandered into the park and its most sequestered parts.  All this time Lothair spoke much, and gave her the history of his life since he first visited her home.  Lady Corisande said little, but, when she was more composed, she told him that from the first her heart had been his, but every thing seemed to go against her hopes.  Perhaps at last, to please her parents, she would have married the Duke of Brecon, had not Lothair returned; and what he had said to her that morning at Crecy House had decided her resolution, whatever might be her lot; to unite it to no one else but him.  But then came the adventure of the crucifix, and she thought all was over for her, and she quitted town in despair.

89.¶53	"Let us rest here for a while;" said Lothair, "under the shade of this oak;" and Lady Corisande reclined against its mighty trunk, and Lothair threw himself at her feet.  He had a great deal still to tell her, and, among other things, the story of the pearls, which he had wished to give to Theodora.

89.¶54	"She was, after all, your good genius," said Lady Corisande.  "I always liked her."

89.¶55	"Well, now," said Lothair, "that case has never been opened.  The year has elapsed, but I would not open it, for I had always a wild wish that the person who opened it should be yourself.  See, here it is."  And he gave her the case.

89.¶56	"We will not break the seal," said Corisande.  "Let us respect it for her sake ‑‑ ROMA!" she said, examining it; and then they opened the case.  There was the slip of paper which Theodora, at the time, had placed upon the pearls, and on which she had written some unseen words.  They were read now, and ran thus:

89.¶57	"THE OFFERING OF THEODORA TO LOTHAIR'S BRIDE."

89.¶58	"Let me place them on you now," said Lothair.

89.¶59	"I will wear them as your chains," said Corisande.

89.¶60	"We will not break the seal," said Corisande.  "Let us respect it for her sake ‑‑ ROMA!" she said, examining it; and then they opened the case.  There was the slip of paper which Theodora, at the time, had placed upon the pearls, and on which she had written some unseen words.  They were read now, and ran thus:

89.¶61	The sun began to tell them that some hours had elapsed since they quitted Brentham House.  At last a soft hand, which Lothair retained, gave him a slight pressure, and a sweet voice whispered:  "Dearest, I think we ought to return."

89.¶62	And they returned almost in silence.  They rather calculated that, taking advantage of the luncheon-hour, Corisande might escape to her room, but they were a little too late.  Luncheon was over, and they met the duchess and a large party on the terrace.

89.¶63	"What has become of you, my good people?" said her grace; "bells have been ringing for you in every direction.  Where can you have been?"

89.¶64	"I have been in Corisande's garden," said Lothair, "and she has given me a rose."

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