cides me at once. I will go down to Mrs. | he, recognizing with a smile the girl's courButler's without delay." "Please explain that I have not called, solely because the carriage-road is so bad. The drive down through that forest of fern and reeds is like a horrid nightmare on me," said Lady Lyle. "Well, I think I can apologize for your absence without telling her that she lives in an unapproachable wilderness," said he, laughing; and as she cares little for visiting or being visited, the chances are my task will be an easy one." "Would you like me to go with you papa?” asked Alice. 66 66 Yes, by all means; but stay," added he quickly; it might possibly be better not to come; if anything unpleasant should have occurred between Mark and Tony, she will have less reluctance to speak of it when we are alone." tesy to him. "Yes, sir, she's at home," was the dry answer. "Will you just tell her, then, that Sir Arthur Lyle would take it as a great favor if she'd permit him to speak to her." The girl disappeared with the message, but did not return again for several minutes; and when she did, she looked slightly agitated. My mistress is very sorry, sir, but she canna see ye the day; it's a sort of a headache she has." “Mr. Anthony, is he at home?" asked he, curious to remark the effect of his question. "He's na just at hame the noo," was the cautious reply. "He has not been up at the Abbey today," said he, carelessly; “but, to be sure, I came through the brocken' and might have missed him." They all agreed that this was well thought of, and soon after saw him set out on his A little dry nod of the head, to acknowlmission, their best wishes for his success fol-edge that this or anything else was possible, lowing him. was all that his speech elicited. “Say that I was very sorry, Jeanie, that Mrs. Butler could not see me, and sorrier for the reason; but that I hope to-morrow or next day to be more fortunate. Not," added he, after a second thought, "that what 1 wanted to speak of is important, except to Sir Arthur pondered, as he went, over what he should say, and how he would meet the remarks he deemed it likely she would make to him. Without being in the least what is called a person of superior abilities, Mrs. Butler was a somewhat hard-headed woman, whose north-of-Ireland caution and shrewd-myself; don't forget this, Jeanie.” ness stood her in stead for higher qualities; "I winna forget," said she, and courtesyand if they would not have guided her in ing again, closed the door. Sir Arthur rode great difficulties, she had the good fortune or slowly back to report that his embassy had the prudence to escape from such. He knew failed. this; and he knew besides that there pertains to a position of diminished means and station a peculiar species of touchy pride, always suggesting to its possessor the suspicion that this or that liberty would never have been taken in happier days, and thus to regard the most well-meant counsels and delicately conveyed advice as uncalled-for interference, or worse. It was after much consideration he saw himself at the little wicket of the garden, where he dismounted, and, fastening his bridle to the gate, knocked at the door. Though he could distinctly hear the sound of voices within, and the quick movement of feet, his summons was unanswered, and he was about to repeat it for the third time when the door was opened. "Is your mistress at home, Jeanie?" said TONY BUTLER. CHAPTER IV. SOME NEW ARRIVALS. DAY after day went over, and no tidings of Maitland. When the post came in of a morning, and no letter in his hand appeared, Mark's impatience was too perceptible to make any comment for his sisters either safe or prudent. Nor was it till nigh a week passed over that he himself said, "I wonder what has become of Maitland? I hope he's not ill." None followed up the theme, and it dropped. The expected guests began to drop in soon after, and, except by Mark himself, Mr. Norman Maitland was totally forgotten. The visitors were for the most part squires and their wives and families; solid, well-to-do gentlemen, whose chief objects in life were green crops and the poor-law. "They don't look within eight or nine years of it, I declare. I suppose you will scarcely detect the slighthst change in them." "So much the worse. Any change would improve them in my eyes." "And the captain too. He, I believe, is now commodore." Their talk was either of mangold or guano, | shall have three years tacked to her for the "Swedes" or the Union, just as their sons' coming into the world along with me." conversation ranged over dogs, horses, meets, "Sally is only thirty-four." and covers; and the ladies disported in "Only! the idea of saying only to thirty"toilette," and such details of the "Castle" four." drawing-rooms as the Dublin papers afforded. There were Mr. and Mrs. Warren, with two daughters and a son; and the Hunters, with two sons and a daughter. There were Colonel Hoyle and Mrs. Hoyle, from regimental head-quarters, Belfast; and Groves Bulkney, the member for the county, who had come over, in the fear of an approaching dissolution of Parliament, to have a look at his constituents. He was a Tory, who always voted with the Whigs, a sort of politician in great favor with the north of Ireland, and usually supposed to have much influence with both parties. There were Masseys from Tipperary, and M'Clintocks from Louth; and lastly, herald of their approach, three large, coffinshaped trunks, undeniably of sea origin, with the words "Cap. Gambier Graham, R.N.," marked on them, which arrived by a carrier, with three gun-cases and an immense array of fishing-tackle, gaffs, and nets. 66 "I assure you, Mark, you are all wrong; the girls are no favorites of mine; but looking to the staple of our other guests, the Grahams are perfect boons from heaven. The Warrens, with their infant school; and Mrs. Maxwell, with her quarrel with the bishop; and the Masseys, with their pretension about their daughter who married Lord Claude Somebody, are so terribly tiresome, that I long for the racket and noise of those bustling young women, who will at least dispel our dulness." "At the cost of our good breeding." "At all events they are jolly and goodtempered girls. We have known them for-" "Oh, don't say how long. The younger one is two years older than myself." "No, Mark; Beck is exactly your own age." "Then I'm determined to call myself fiveand thirty the first opportunity I have. She "I perceive there is no change in the mode of travel," said Mark, pointing to the trunks. "The heavy luggage used always to arrive the day before they drove up in their vile Irish jaunting-car. Do they still come in that fashion?" 66 Yes; and I really believe with the same horse they had long, long ago." "A flea-bitten mare, with a twisted tail?" "The very same,' " cried she, laughing. "I'll certainly tell Beck how well you remember their horse. She'll take it as a flattery." "Tell her what you like-she'll soon find out how much flattery she has to expect from me !" After a short pause, in which he made two ineffectual attempts to light a cigar, and slightly burned his fingers, he said, "I'd not for a hundred pounds that Maitland had met them here--with simply stupid country gentry, he'd not care to notice their ways nor pay attention to their humdrum habits; but these Grahams, with all their flagrant vulgarity, will be a temptation too irresistible, and he will leave this to associate us forever in his mind with the two most ill-bred women in creation." "You are quite unfair, Mark; they are greatly liked, at least people are glad to have them; and if we only had poor Tony Butler here, who used to manage them to perfection, they'd help us wonderfully with all the dulness around us." "Thank Heaven we bave not. I'd certainly not face such a constellation as the three of them. I tell you frankly, that I'd pack my portmanteau and go over to Scotland if that fellow were to come here again." "You're not likely to be driven to such an extremity, I suspect; but here comes papa, and I think he has been down at the Burnside; let us hear what news he has." "It has no interest for me," said he, walk- | pletive as cannot be repeated; and Mark, ing away, while she hastened out to meet Sir pale as death, stammered out, "It's MaitArthur. land! Norman Maitland! "No tidings, Alice-at least none that I can learn. Mrs. Butler's headache still prevents her seeing me, though I could wager I saw her at work in the garden when I turned off the high-road." "How strange! You suspect that she avoids you?" "But how, Mark, do they know him?" "Confound them! who can tell how it happened?" said he. "I'll not meet himI'll leave the house-I'll not face such an indignity." "But remember, Mark, none of us know your friend; we have not so much as seen him; and as he was to meet these people, it's all the better they came as acquaintances." "That's all very fine," said he, angrily; "I am certain of it; and I went round by the minister's, thinking to have a talk with Stewart, and hear something that might explain this; but he was engaged in preparing" you can be beautifully philosophical about his sermon, and begged me to excuse him." it, all because you haven't to go back to a "I wish we could get to the bottom of mess-table and be badgered by all sorts of this mystery. Would she receive me, do you allusions and references to Maitland's capital think, if I were to go over to the cottage?" story." "Most likely not. I suspect whatever it be that has led to this estrangement will be a passing cloud; let us wait and see. Who are those coming up the bend of the road? The horse looks fagged enough, certainly." "The Grahams, I declare! Oh, I must find Mark and let him be caught here when they arrive." "Don't let the commodore get at me before dinner, that's all I ask," said Sir Arthur, as he rode round to the stables. When Isabella entered the house, she found Mark at the open window watching with an opera-glass the progress of the jaunting-car as it slowly wound along the turns of the approach, lost and seen as the woods intervened or opened. "I cannot make it out at all, Alice," said he; "there are two men and two women, as well as I can see, besides the driver." "No, no; they have their maid, whom you mistake for a man." "Then the maid wears a wide-awake and a paletot. Look and see for yourself," and he handed the glass. "I declare you are right-it is a man; he is beside Beck. Sally is on the side with her father." "Are they capable of bringing some one along with them?" cried he in horror. "Do you think they would dare to take such a liberty as that here?" "I'm sure they would not. It must be Kenrose, the apothecary, who was coming to see one of the maids, or one of our own people or " Her further conjectures were cut short by the outburst of so strong an ex "Here they are, here they are!" cried Alice, and the next moment she was warmly embracing those dear friends to whose failings she was nowise blind, however ardent her late defence of them. Mark, meanwhile, had advanced towards Maitland, and gave him as cordial a welcome as he could command. My sister, Mrs. Trafford - Mr. Maitland," said he, and Alice gave her hand with a graceful cordiality to the new guest. "I declare Mark is afraid that I'll kiss him," cried Beck. 66 Courage, mon ami, I'll not expose you in public." "How are you? how are you?" cried the commodore; "brown, brown, very brown; Indian sun. Lucky if the mischief is only skin-deep." "Shake hands, Mark," said Sally, in a deep, masculine voice; "don't bear malice, though I did pitch you out of the boat that day." Mark was, however, happily, too much engaged with his friend to have heard the speech. He was eagerly listening to Maitland's account of his first meeting with the Grahams. My lucky star was in the ascendant, for there I stood," said Maitland, "in the great square of Bally-Bally—” 66 "Ballamena," broke in Beck; " and there is no great square in the place; but you stood in a very dirty stable-yard in a much greater passion than such a fine gentleman should ever give way to.". The baker offered you a seat, which you rejected in dismay; and, to tell the truth, it was half in the hope of witnessing another outburst of your indignation that I went across and said, 'Would you accept a place beside me, sir?'"' "And was I not overwhelmed with joy was it not in a transport of gratitude that I embraced your offer?" "I know you very nearly embraced my maid as you lifted her off the car." "And, by the way, where is Patience?" added Mrs. Trafford. "She's coming on, some fashion, with the swell's luggage," added she, dropping her voice to a whisper-" eight trunks, eleven carpet-bags, and four dressing-boxes, besides what I thought was a show-box, but it is only a shower-bath." "My people will take every care of her," said Maitland. "Is Fenton still with you?" asked Mark. "Yes; he had some thoughts of leaving me lately; he said he thought he'd like to retire that he'd take a consulate or a barrackmastership-but I laughed him out of it." & Sir Arthur and Lady Lyle had now come down to welcome the new arrivals; and greetings and welcomes and felicitations resounded on all sides. "Come along with me, Maitland," said Mark, hurrying his friend away. "Let me show you your quarters ;" and as he moved off he added, "What a piece of ill-luck it was, that you should have chanced upon the greatest bores of our acquaintance !-people so detestable to me, that if I hadn't been expecting your visit I'd have left the house this morning." "I don't know that," said Maitland, half languidly; perhaps I have grown more tolerant, or more indifferent-what may be another name for the same thing-but I rather liked the young women. Have we any more stairs to mount?" 66 "As to that, you'll not have to complain; except the plash of the sea at the foot of those cliffs, you'll never hear a sound here." "It's a bold thing of you to make me so comfortable, Lyle. When I wrote to you to say I was coming, my head was full of what we call country-house life, with all its bustle and racket-noisy breakfasts and noisier luncheons, with dinners as numerous as tables d'hôte. I never dreamed of such a paradise as this. May I dine here all alone when in the humor?" "You are to be all your own master, and do exactly as you please. I need not say, though, that I will scarce forgive you if you grudge us your company." "I'm not always up to society. I'm growing a little footsore with the world, Lyle, and like to lie down in the shade." "Lewis told me you were writing a book -a novel, I think he said," said Mark. "I write a book! I never thought of such a thing. Why, my dear Lyle, the fellows who-like myself-know the whole thing, never write! Haven't you often remarked that a man who has passed years of life in a foreign city loses all power of depicting its traits of peculiarity, just because, from habit, they have ceased to strike him as strange? So it is. Your thorough man of the world knows life too well to describe it. No, no; it is the creature that stands furtively in the flats that can depict what goes on in the comedy. Who are your guests?" Mark ran over the names carelessly. "All new to me, and I to them. introduce me, Mark; leave me to shake down in any bivouac that may offer. I'll not be a bear if people don't bait me. You understand?" Don't "There are no forcigners? That's a loss. They season society though they never make it, and there's an evasive softness in French that contributes much to the courtesies of life. So it is-the habits of the Continent to the wearied man of the world are just like loose slippers to a gouty man. People learn to be intimate there without being familiar— a great point, Mark." have "By the way-talking of that same familiarity-there was a young fellow who got the habit of coming here, before I returned from India, on such easy terms, that I found him installed like one of ourselves. He had his No; here you are;" and Mark reddened a little at the impertinent question. "I have put you here, because this was an old garçon apartment. I arranged for myself before I came back from India; and you your bath-room yonder, and your servant, on the other side of the terrace." "It's all very nice, and seems very quiet," said Maitland. room, his saddle-horse, a servant that waited on him, and who did his orders, as if he were a son of the family. I cut the thing very short when I came home, by giving him a message to do some trifling service, just as I would have told my valet. He resented, left the house, and sent me this letter next morning." "Not much given to letter-writing, I see," muttered Maitland, as he read over Tony's epistle; but still the thing is reasonably well put, and means to say, give me a chance, and I'm ready for you. What's the name? Buller?" 66 "Yes, he left this the same day." "I never asked. The girls, Isuppose, know all about his movements. I overhear mutterings about poor Tony at every turn. Tell me, Maitland," added he, with more earnestness, "is this letter a thing I can notice? Is it not a regular provocation? "It is, and it is not," said Maitland, as he lighted a cigar, puffing the smoke leisurely between his words. "If he were a man that you would chance upon at every moment, meet at your club, or sit opposite at dinner, the thing would fester into a sore in its own No; Butler-Tony Butler they call him time; but here is a fellow, it may be, that here." "What Butlers does he belong to ?" asked Maitland, with more interest in his manner. "No Butlers at all-at least none of any standing. My sisters, who swear by this fellow, will tell you that his father was a colonel and C.B., and I don't know what else; and that his uncle was, and I believe is, a certain Sir Omerod Butler, minister or ex-minister somewhere; but I have my doubts of all the fine parentage, seeing that this youth lives with his mother in a cottage here that stands in the rent-roll at £18 per annum." you'll never see again, or if so, but on distant terms: I'd say, put the document with your tailor's bills, and think no more of it." Lyle nodded an assent and was silent. "I say, Lyle," added Maitland, after a moment, "I'd advise you never to speak of the fellow-never discuss him. If your sisters bring up his name, let it drop unnoticed; it is the only way to put the tombstone on such memories. What is your dinner-hour here?" "Late enough, even for you-eight.” "That is civilized. I'll come down-at least to-day," said he, after a brief pause; and now leave me." "There is a Sir Omerod Butler," said Mait-" land, with a slow, thoughtful enunciation. "But if he be this youth's uncle, he never knows nor recognizes him. My sister, Mrs. Trafford, has the whole story of these people, and will be charmed to tell it to you." "I have no curiosity in the matter," said Maitland, languidly. "The world is really so very small, that by the time a man reaches my age, he knows every one that is to be known in it. And so," said he, as he looked again at the letter," he went off, after sending you the letter?” When Lyle withdrew, Maitland leaned on the window-sill, and ranged his eyes over the bold coast-line beneath him. It was not, however, to admire the bold promontory of Fairhead, or the sweeping shore that shelved at its base; nor was it to gaze on the rugged outline of those perilous rocks which stretched from the Causeway far into the open sea;— his mind was far, far away from the spot, deep in cares and wiles and schemes, for his was an intriguing head, and had its own store of knaveries. A PUBLICATION which may have a considerable class-interest is one of which the first number has just been issued by Mr. Day of Carey Street, Lincoln's Inn, under the title of " Justice's Notanda: Including Cases relating to Local Management Boards, Boards of Health, Burial Boards, Highway Boards, Vestry Boards, Borough Boards, Parish Officers, Friendly Societies, etc., etc." By Tenison Edwards, Esq., of the Inner Temple, Barrister-at-Law. The pub lication consists of some pages of notes of recent and current law decisions, on thin paper, and so arranged that they may be clipped out and pasted in the standard legal works of reference under their respective heads, so as to bring the law on any matter in these books down to the latest point. The editor believes that much trouble would thus be saved, especially to non-professional persons who require to know current law. |