Illustration hen John Eames arrived at Guestwick Manor, he was first welcomed by Lady Julia. "My dear Mr. Eames," she said, "I cannot tell you how glad we are to see you." After that she always called him John, and treated him throughout his visit with wonderful kindness. No doubt that affair of the bull had in some measure produced this feeling; no doubt, also, she was well disposed to the man who she hoped might be accepted as a lover by Lily Dale. But I am inclined to think that the fact of his having beaten Crosbie had been the most potential cause of this affection for our hero on the part of Lady Julia. Ladies,—especially discreet old ladies, such as Lady Julia De Guest,—are bound to entertain pacific theories, and to condemn all manner of violence. Lady Julia would have blamed any one who might have advised Eames to commit an assault upon Crosbie. But, nevertheless, deeds of prowess are still dear to the female heart, and a woman, be she ever so old and discreet, understands and appreciates the summary justice which may be done by means of a thrashing. Lady Julia, had she been called upon to talk of it, would undoubtedly have told Eames that he had committed a fault in striking Mr. Crosbie; but the deed had been done, and Lady Julia became very fond of John Eames.

"Vickers shall show you your room, if you like to go upstairs; but you\'ll find my brother close about the house if you choose to go out; I saw him not half an hour since." But John seemed to be well satisfied to sit in the arm-chair over the fire, and talk to his hostess; so neither of them moved.

"And now that you\'re a private secretary, how do you like it?"

"I like the work well enough; only I don\'t like the man, Lady Julia. But I shouldn\'t say so, because he is such an intimate friend of your brother\'s."

"An intimate friend of Theodore\'s!—Sir Raffle Buffle!" Lady Julia stiffened her back and put on a serious face, not being exactly pleased at being told that the Earl De Guest had any such intimate friend.

"At any rate he tells me so about four times a day, Lady Julia. And he particularly wants to come down here next September."

"Did he tell you that, too?"

"Indeed he did. You can\'t believe what a goose he is! Then his voice sounds like a cracked bell; it\'s the most disagreeable voice you ever heard in your life. And one has always to be on one\'s guard lest he should make one do something that is—is—that isn\'t quite the thing for a gentleman. You understand;—what the messenger ought to do."

"You shouldn\'t be too much afraid of your own dignity."

"No, I\'m not. If Lord De Guest were to ask me to fetch him his shoes, I\'d run to Guestwick and back for them and think nothing of it,—just because I know he\'s my friend. He\'d have a right to send me. But I\'m not going to do such things as that for Sir Raffle Buffle."

"Fetch him his shoes!"

"That\'s what FitzHoward had to do, and he didn\'t like it."

"Isn\'t Mr. FitzHoward nephew to the Duchess of St. Bungay?"

"Nephew, or cousin, or something."

"Dear me!" said Lady Julia, "what a horrible man!" And in this way John Eames and her ladyship became very intimate.

There was no one at dinner at the Manor that day but the earl and his sister and their single guest. The earl when he came in was very warm in his welcome, slapping his young friend on the back, and poking jokes at him with a good-humoured if not brilliant pleasantry.

"Thrashed anybody lately, John?"

"Nobody to speak of," said Johnny.

"Brought your nightcap down for your out-o\'-doors nap?"

"No; but I\'ve got a grand stick for the bull," said Johnny.

"Ah! that\'s no joke now, I can tell you," said the earl. "We had to sell him, and it half broke my heart. We don\'t know what had come to him, but he became quite unruly after that;—knocked Darvell down in the straw-yard! It was a very bad business,—a very bad business, indeed! Come, go and dress. Do you remember how you came down to dinner that day? I shall never forget how Crofts stared at you. Come, you\'ve only got twenty minutes, and you London fellows always want an hour."

"He\'s entitled to some consideration now he\'s a private secretary," said Lady Julia.

"Bless us all! yes; I forgot that. Come, Mr. Private Secretary, don\'t stand on the grandeur of your neck-tie to-day, as there\'s nobody here but ourselves. You shall have an opportunity to-morrow."

Then Johnny was handed over to the groom of the chambers, and exactly in twenty minutes he re-appeared in the drawing-room.

As soon as Lady Julia had left them after dinner, the earl began to explain his plan for the coming campaign. "I\'ll tell you now what I have arranged," said he. "The squire is to be here to-morrow with his eldest niece,—your Miss Lily\'s sister, you know."

"What, Bell?"

"Yes, with Bell, if her name is Bell. She\'s a very pretty girl, too. I don\'t know whether she\'s not the prettiest of the two, after all."

"That\'s a matter of opinion."

"Just so, Johnny; and do you stick to your own. They\'re coming here for three or four days. Lady Julia did ask Mrs. Dale and Lily. I wonder whether you\'ll let me call her Lily?"

"Oh, dear! I wish I might have the power of letting you."

"That\'s just the battle that you\'ve got to fight. But the mother and the younger sister wouldn\'t come. Lady Julia says it\'s all right;—that, as a matter of course, she wouldn\'t come when she heard you were to be here. I don\'t quite understand it. In my days the young girls were ready enough to go where they knew they\'d meet their lovers, and I never thought any the worse of them for it."

"It wasn\'t because of that," said Eames.

"That\'s what Lady Julia says, and I always find her to be right in things of that sort. And she says you\'ll have a better chance in going over there than you would here, if she were in the same house with you. If I was going to make love to a girl, of course I\'d sooner have her close to me,—staying in the same house. I should think it the best fun in the world. And we might have had a dance, and all that kind of thing. But I couldn\'t make her come, you know."

"Oh, no; of course not."

"And Lady Julia thinks that it\'s best as it is. You must go over, you know, and get the mother on your side, if you can. I take it, the truth is this;—you mustn\'t be angry with me, you know, for saying it."

"You may be sure of that."

"I suppose she was fond of that fellow, Crosbie. She can\'t be very fond of him now, I should think, after the way he has treated her; but she\'ll find a difficulty in making her confession that she really likes you better than she ever liked him. Of course that\'s what you\'ll want her to say."

"I want her to say that she\'ll be my wife,—some day."

"And when she has agreed to the some day, then you\'ll begin to press her to agree to your day;—eh, sir? My belief is you\'ll bring her round. Poor girl! why should she break her heart when a decent fellow like you will only be too glad to make her a happy woman?" And in this way the earl talked to Eames till the latter almost believed that the difficulties were vanishing from out of his path. "Could it be possible," he asked himself, as he went to bed, "that in a fortnight\'s time Lily Dale should have accepted him as her future husband?" Then he remembered that day on which Crosbie, with the two girls, had called at his mother\'s house, when in the bitterness of his heart, he had sworn to himself that he would always regard Crosbie as his enemy. Since then the world had gone well with him; and he had no longer any very bitter feeling against Crosbie. That matter had been arranged on the platform of the Paddington Station. He felt that if Lily would now accept him he could almost shake hands with Crosbie. The episode in his life and in Lily\'s would have been painful; but he would learn to look back upon that without regret, if Lily could be taught to believe that a kind fate had at last given her to the better of her two lovers. "I\'m afraid she won\'t bring herself to forget him," he had said to the earl. "She\'ll only be too happy to forget him," the earl had answered, "if you can induce her to begin the attempt. Of course it is very bitter at first;—all the world knew about it; but, poor girl, she is not to be wretched for ever, because of that. Do you go about your work with some little confidence, and I doubt not but what you\'ll have your way. You have everybody in your favour,—the squire, her mother, and all." While such words as these were in his ears how could he fail to hope and to be confident? While he was sitting cozily over his bedroom fire he resolved that it should be as the earl had said. But when he got up on the following morning, and stood shivering as he came out of his bath, he could not feel the same confidence. "Of course I shall go to her," he said to himself, "and make a plain story of it. But I know what her answer will be. She will tell me that she cannot forget him." Then his feelings towards Crosbie were not so friendly as they had been on the previous evening.

He did not visit the Small House on that, his first day. It had been thought better that he should first meet the squire and Bell at Guestwick Manor, so he postponed his visit to Mrs. Dale till the next morning.

"Go when you like," said the earl. "There\'s the brown cob for you to do what you like with him while you are here."

"I\'ll go and see my mother," said John; "but I won\'t take the cob to-day. If you\'ll let me have him to-morrow, I\'ll ride to Allington." So he walked off to Guestwick by himself.

He knew well every yard of the ground over which he went, remembering every gate and stile and greensward from the time of his early boyhood. And now as he went along through his old haunts, he could not but look back and think of the thoughts which had filled his mind in his earlier wanderings. As I have said before, in some of these pages, no walks taken by the man are so crowded with thought as those taken by the boy. He had been early taught to understand that the world to him would be very hard; that he had nothing to look to but his own exertions, and that those exertions would not, unfortunately, be backed by any great cleverness of his own. I do not know that anybody had told him that he was a fool; but he had come to understand, partly through his own modesty, and partly, no doubt, through the somewhat obtrusive diffidence of his mother, that he was less sharp than other lads. It is probably true that he had come to his sharpness later in life than is the case with many young men. He had not grown on the sunny side of the wall. Before that situation in the Income-tax Office had fallen in his way, very humble modes of life had offered themselves,—or, rather, had not offered themselves for his acceptance. He had endeavoured to become an usher at a commercial seminary, not supposed to be in a very thriving condition; but he had been, luckily, found deficient in his arithmetic. There had been some chance of his going into the leather-warehouse of Messrs. Basil and Pigskin, but those gentlemen had required a premium, and any payment of that kind had been quite out of his mother\'s power. A country attorney, who had known the family for years, had been humbly solicited, the widow almost kneeling before him with tears, to take Johnny by the hand and make a clerk of him; but the attorney had discovered that Master Johnny Eames was not supposed to be sharp, and would have none of him. During those days, those gawky, gainless, un-admired days, in which he............