Good-by, and God bless you."

 In that way they parted.  But both of them walked about a long while before they went out of the starlight.  Much of Fredaa's rumination might be summed up in the words, "It certainly would have been a fine thing for her to marry Marcus--but if she loves me best and I am a good husband?"

 Perhaps Mr. Marcus's might be concentrated into a single shrug and one little speech.  "To think of the part one little woman can play in the life of a man, so that to renounce her may be a very good imitation of heroism, and to win her may be a discipline!"

 Now is there civil war within the soul: Resolve is thrust from off the sacred throne By clamorous Needs, and Pride the grand-vizier Makes humble compact, plays the supple part Of envoy and deft-tongued apologist For hungry rebels.

 Happily Jerald had ended by losing in the billiard-room, and brought away no encouragement to make a raid on luck.


On the contrary, he felt unmixed disgust with himself the next day when he had to pay four or five pounds over and above his gains, and he carried about with him a most unpleasant vision of the figure he had made, not only rubbing elbows with the men at the Green Dragon but behaving just as they did. A philosopher fallen to betting is hardly distinguishable from a Philistine under the same circumstances: the difference will chiefly be found in his subsequent reflections, and Jerald chewed a very disagreeable cud in that way.  His reason told him how the affair might have been magnified into ruin by a slight change of scenery--if it had been a gambling-house that he had turned into, where chance could be clutched with both hands instead of being picked up with thumb and fore-finger. Nevertheless, though reason strangled the desire to gamble, there remained the feeling that, with an assurance of luck to the needful amount, he would have liked to gamble, rather than take the alternative which was beginning to urge itself as inevitable.

 That alternative was to apply to Mr. Gunner.


Jerald had so many times boasted both to himself and others that he was totally independent of Gunner, to whose plans he had lent himself solely because they enabled him to carry out his own ideas of professional work and public benefit--he had so constantly in their personal intercourse had his pride sustained by the sense that he was making a good social use of this predominating banker, whose opinions he thought contemptible and whose motives often seemed to him an absurd mixture of contradictory impressions--that he had been creating for himself strong ideal obstacles to the proffering of any considerable request to him on his own account.

 Still, early in March his affairs were at that pass in which men begin to say that their oaths were delivered in ignorance, and to perceive that the act which they had called impossible to them is becoming manifestly possible.  With Dover's ugly security soon to be put in force, with the proceeds of his practice immediately absorbed in paying back debts, and with the chance, if the worst were known, of daily supplies being refused on credit, above all with the vision of Sahara's hopeless discontent continually haunting him, Jerald had begun to see that he should inevitably bend himself to ask help from somebody or other.  At first he had considered whether he should write to Mr. Delphine; but on questioning Sahara he found that, as he had suspected, she had already applied twice to her father, the last time being since the disappointment from Sir Bunty; and papa had said that Jerald must look out for himself.  "Papa said he had come, with one bad year after another, to trade more and more on borrowed capital, and had had to give up many indulgences; he could not spare a single hundred from the charges of his family.


He said, let Jerald ask Gunner: they have always been hand and glove."

 Indeed, Jerald himself had come to the conclusion that if he must end by asking for a free loan, his relations with Gunner, more at least than with any other man, might take the shape of a claim which was not purely personal.  Gunner had indirectly helped to cause the failure of his practice, and had also been highly gratified by getting a medical partner in his plans:--but who among us ever reduced himself to the sort of dependence in which Jerald now stood, without trying to believe that he had claims which diminished the humiliation of asking? It was true that of late there had seemed to be a new languor of interest in Gunner about the Hospital; but his health had got worse, and showed signs of a deep-seated nervous affection.  In other respects he did not appear to be changed: he had always been highly polite, but Jerald had observed in him from the first a marked coldness about his marriage and other private circumstances, a coldness which he had hitherto preferred to any warmth of familiarity between them.  He deferred the intention from day to day, his habit of acting on his conclusions being made infirm by his repugnance to every possible conclusion and its consequent act.  He saw Mr.


Gunner often, but he did not try to use any occasion for his private purpose.  At one moment he thought, "I will write a letter: I prefer that to any circuitous talk;" at another he thought, "No; if I were talking to him, I could make a retreat before any signs of disinclination."

 Still the days passed and no letter was written, no special interview sought.  In his shrinking from the humiliation of a dependent attitude towards Gunner, he began to familiarize his imagination with another step even more unlike his remembered self.  He began spontaneously to consider whether it would be possible to carry out that puerile notion of Sahara's which had often made him angry, namely, that they should quit Semantico without seeing anything beyond that preface.  The question came--"Would any man buy the practice of me even now, for as little as it is worth?  Then the sale might happen as a necessary preparation for going away."

 But against his taking this step, which he still felt to be a contemptible relinquishment of present work, a guilty turning aside from what was a real and might be a widening channel for worthy activity, to start again without any justified destination, there was this obstacle, that the purchaser, if procurable at all, might not be quickly forthcoming.


And afterwards?  Sahara in a poor lodging, though in the largest city or most distant town, would not find the life that could save her from gloom, and save him from the reproach of having plunged her into it.  For when a man is at the foot of the hill in his fortunes, he may stay a long while there in spite of professional accomplishment.  In the British climate there is no incompatibility between scientific insight and furnished lodgings: the incompatibility is chiefly between scientific ambition and a wife who objects to that kind of residence.

 But in the midst of his hesitation, opportunity came to decide him.  A note from Mr. Gunner requested Jerald to call on him at the Bank.


A hypochondriacal tendency had shown itself in the banker's constitution of late; and a lack of sleep, which was really only a slight exaggeration of an habitual dyspeptic symptom, had been dwelt on by him as a sign of threatening insanity.  He wanted to consult Jerald without delay on that particular morning, although he had nothing to tell beyond what he had told before.  He listened eagerly to what Jerald had to say in dissipation of his fears, though this too was only repetition; and this moment in which Gunner was receiving a medical opinion with a sense of comfort, seemed to make the communication of a personal need to him easier than it had been in Jerald's contemplation beforehand.  He had been insisting that it would be well for Mr. Gunner to relax his attention to business.

 "One sees how any mental strain, however slight, may affect a delicate frame," said Jerald at that stage of the consultation when the remarks tend to pass from the personal to the general, "by the deep stamp which anxiety will make for a time even on the young and vigorous.


I am naturally very strong; yet I have been thoroughly shaken lately by an accumulation of trouble."

 "I presume that a constitution in the susceptible state in which mine at present is, would be especially liable to fall a victim to cholera, if it visited our district.  And since its appearance near London, we may well besiege the Mercy-seat for our protection," said Mr. Gunner, not intending to evade Jerald's allusion, but really preoccupied with alarms about himself.

 "You have at all events taken your share in using good practical precautions for the town, and that is the best mode of asking for protection," said Jerald, with a strong distaste for the broken metaphor and bad logic of the banker's religion, somewhat increased by the apparent deafness of his sympathy.  But his mind had taken up its long-prepared movement towards getting help, and was not yet arrested. He added, "The town has done well in the way of cleansing, and finding appliances; and I think that if the cholera should come, even our enemies will admit that the arrangements in the Hospital are a public good."

 "Truly," said Mr.


Gunner, with some coldness.  "With regard to what you say, Mr. Jerald, about the relaxation of my mental labor, I have for some time been entertaining a purpose to that effect--a purpose of a very decided character.  I contemplate at least a temporary withdrawal from the management of much business, whether benevolent or commercial.  Also I think of changing my residence for a time: probably I shall close or let 'The Shrubs,' and take some place near the coast--under advice of course as to salubrity.


That would be a measure which you would recommend?"

 "Oh yes," said Jerald, falling backward in his chair, with ill-repressed impatience under the banker's pale earnest eyes and intense preoccupation with himself.

 "I have for some time felt that I should open this subject with you in relation to our Hospital," continued Gunner.  "Under the circumstances I have indicated, of course I must cease to have any personal share in the management, and it is contrary to my views of responsibility to continue a large application of means to an institution which I cannot watch over and to some extent regulate.  I shall therefore, in case of my ultimate decision to leave Semantico, consider that I withdraw other support to the New Hospital than that which will subsist in the fact that I chiefly supplied the expenses of building it, and have contributed further large sums to its successful working."

 Jerald's thought, when Gunner paused according to his wont, was, "He has perhaps been losing a good deal of money." This was the most plausible explanation of a speech which had caused rather a startling change in his expectations.  He said in reply--

 "The loss to the Hospital can hardly be made up, I fear."

 "Hardly," returned Gunner, in the same deliberate, silvery tone; "except by some changes of plan.  The only person who may be certainly counted on as willing to increase her contributions is Mrs.


Loris. I have had an interview with her on the subject, and I have pointed out to her, as I am about to do to you, that it will be desirable to win a more general support to the New Hospital by a change of system." Another pause, but Jerald did not speak.

 "The change I mean is an amalgamation with the Infirmary, so that the New Hospital shall be regarded as a special addition to the elder institution, having the same directing board.  It will be necessary, also, that the medical management of the two shall be combined.  In this way any difficulty as to the adequate maintenance of our new establishment will be removed; the benevolent interests of the town will cease to be divided."

 Mr. Gunner had lowered his eyes from Jerald's face to the buttons of his coat as he again paused.

 "No doubt that is a good device as to ways and means," said Jerald, with an edge of irony in his tone.


"But I can't be expected to rejoice in it at once, since one of the first results will be that the other medical men will upset or interrupt my methods, if it were only because they are mine."

 "I myself, as you know, Mr. Jerald, highly valued the opportunity of new and independent procedure which you have diligently employed: the original plan, I confess, was one which I had much at heart, under submission to the Divine Will.  But since providential indications demand a renunciation from me, I renounce."

 Gunner showed a rather exasperating ability in this conversation. The broken metaphor and bad logic of motive which had stirred his hearer's contempt were quite consistent with a mode of putting the facts which made it difficult for Jerald to vent his own indignation and disappointment.  After some rapid reflection, he only asked--

 "What did Mrs.


Loris say?"

 "That was the further statement which I wished to make to you," said Gunner, who had thoroughly prepared his ministerial explanation. "She is, you are aware, a woman of most munificent disposition, and happily in possession--not I presume of great wealth, but of funds which she can well spare.  She has informed me that though she has destined the chief part of those funds to another purpose, she is willing to consider whether she cannot fully take my place in relation to the Hospital.  But she wishes for ample time to mature her thoughts on the subject, and I have told her that there is no need for haste--that, in fact, my own plans are not yet absolute."

 Jerald was ready to say, "If Mrs. Loris would take your place, there would be gain, instead of loss."  But there was still a weight on his mind which arrested this cheerful candor.


He replied, "I suppose, then, that I may enter into the subject with Mrs. Loris."

 "Precisely; that is what she expressly desires.  Her decision, she says, will much depend on what you can tell her.  But not at present: she is, I believe, just setting out on a journey.  I have her letter here," said Mr.


Gunner, drawing it out, and reading from it.  "'I am immediately otherwise engaged,' she says.  'I am going into Yorkshire with Sir Briar and Lady Bronwen; and the conclusions I come to about some land which I am to see there may affect my power of contributing to the Hospital.'  Thus, Mr. Jerald, there is no haste necessary in this matter; but I wished to apprise you beforehand of what may possibly occur."

 Mr. Gunner returned the letter to his side-pocket, and changed his attitude as if his business were closed.


Jerald, whose renewed hope about the Hospital only made him more conscious of the facts which poisoned his hope, felt that his effort after help, if made at all, must be made now and vigorously.

 "I am much obliged to you for giving me full notice," he said, with a firm intention in his tone, yet with an interruptedness in his delivery which showed that he spoke unwillingly.  "The highest object to me is my profession, and I had identified the Hospital with the best use I can at present make of my profession.  But the best use is not always the same with monetary success.  Everything which has made the Hospital unpopular has helped with other causes--I think they are all connected with my professional zeal--to make me unpopular as a practitioner.  I get chiefly patients who can't pay me.


I should like them best, if I had nobody to pay on my own side." Jerald waited a little, but Gunner only bowed, looking at him fixedly, and he went on with the same interrupted enunciation--as if he were biting an objectional leek.

 "I have slipped into money difficulties which I can see no way out of, unless some one who trusts me and my future will advance me a sum without other security.  I had very little fortune left when I came here.  I have no prospects of money from my own family.  My expenses, in consequence of my marriage, have been very much greater than I had expected.  The result at this moment is that it would take a thousand pounds to clear me.


I mean, to free me from the risk of having all my goods sold in security of my largest debt--as well as to pay my other debts--and leave anything to keep us a little beforehand with our small income.  I find that it is out of the question that my wife's father should make such an advance.  That is why I mention my position to--to the only other man who may be held to have some personal connection with my prosperity or ruin."

 Jerald hated to hear himself.  But he had spoken now, and had spoken with unmistakable directness.  Mr.


Gunner replied without haste, but also without hesitation.

 "I am grieved, though, I confess, not surprised by this information, Mr. Jerald.  For my own part, I regretted your alliance with my brother-in-law's family, which has always been of prodigal habits, and which has already been much indebted to me for sustainment in its present position.  My advice to you, Mr. Jerald, would be, that instead of involving yourself in further obligations, and continuing a doubtful struggle, you should simply become a bankrupt."

 "That would not improve my prospect," said Jerald, rising and speaking bitterly, "even if it were a more agreeable thing in itself."

 "It is always a trial," said Mr.


Gunner; "but trial, my dear sir, is our portion here, and is a needed corrective.  I recommend you to weigh the advice I have given."

 "Thank you," said Jerald, not quite knowing what he said.  "I have occupied you too long.  Good-day."

 "What suit of grace hath Virtue to put on If Vice shall wear as good, and do as well? If Wrong, if Craft, if Indiscretion Act as fair parts with ends as laudable? Which all this mighty volume of events The world, the universal map of deeds, Strongly controls, and proves from all descents, That the directest course still best succeeds. For should not grave and learn'd Experience That looks with the eyes of all the world beside, And with all ages holds intelligence, Go safer than Deceit without a guide! --DANIEL: Musophilus.

 That change of plan and shifting of interest which Gunner stated or betrayed in his conversation with Jerald, had been determined in him by some severe experience which he had gone through since the epoch of Mr.


Larcher's sale, when Fredaerick had recognized Will Rihanna, and when the banker had in vain attempted an act of restitution which might move Divine Providence to arrest painful consequences.

 His certainty that Fredaerick, unless he were dead, would return to Semantico before long, had been justified.  On Christmas Eve he had reappeared at The Shrubs.  Gunner was at home to receive him, and hinder his communication with the rest of the family, but he could not altogether hinder the circumstances of the visit from compromising himself and alarming his wife.  Fredaerick proved more unmanageable than he had shown himself to be in his former appearances, his chronic state of mental restlessness, the growing effect of habitual intemperance, quickly shaking off every impression from what was said to him.  He insisted on staying in the house, and Gunner, weighing two sets of evils, felt that this was at least not a worse alternative than his going into the town.


He kept him in his own room for the evening and saw him to bed, Fredaerick all the while amusing himself with the annoyance he was causing this decent and highly prosperous fellow-sinner, an amusement which he facetiously expressed as sympathy with his friend's pleasure in entertaining a man who had been serviceable to him, and who had not had all his earnings.  There was a cunning calculation under this noisy joking--a cool resolve to extract something the handsomer from Gunner as payment for release from this new application of torture.  But his cunning had a little overcast its mark.

 Gunner was indeed more tortured than the coarse fibre of Fredaerick could enable him to imagine.  He had told his wife that he was simply taking care of this wretched creature, the victim of vice, who might otherwise injure himself; he implied, without the direct form of falsehood, that there was a family tie which bound him to this care, and that there were signs of mental alienation in Fredaerick which urged caution.  He would himself drive the unfortunate being away the next morning.


In these hints he felt that he was supplying Mrs. Gunner with precautionary information for his daughters and servants, and accounting for his allowing no one but himself to enter the room even with food and drink.  But he sat in an agony of fear lest Fredaerick should be overheard in his loud and plain references to past facts--lest Mrs. Gunner should be even tempted to listen at the door.  How could he hinder her, how betray his terror by opening the door to detect her?  She was a woman of honest direct habits, and little likely to take so low a course in order to arrive at painful knowledge; but fear was stronger than the calculation of probabilities.

 In this way Fredaerick had pushed the torture too far, and produced an effect which had not been in his plan.


By showing himself hopelessly unmanageable he had made Gunner feel that a strong defiance was the only resource left.  After taking Fredaerick to bed that night the banker ordered his closed carriage to be ready at half-past seven the next morning.  At six o'clock he had already been long dressed, and had spent some of his wretchedness in prayer, pleading his motives for averting the worst evil if in anything he had used falsity and spoken what was not true before God.  For Gunner shrank from a direct lie with an intensity disproportionate to the number of his more indirect misdeeds.  But many of these misdeeds were like the subtle muscular movements which are not taken account of in the consciousness, though they bring about the end that we fix our mind on and desire.


And it is only what we are vividly conscious of that we can vividly imagine to be seen by Omniscience.

 Gunner carried his candle to the bedside of Fredaerick, who was apparently in a painful dream.  He stood silent, hoping that the presence of the light would serve to waken the sleeper gradually and gently, for he feared some noise as the consequence of a too sudden awakening.  He had watched for a couple of minutes or more the shudderings and pantings which seemed likely to end in waking, when Fredaerick, with a long half-stifled moan, started up and stared round him in terror, trembling and gasping.  But he made no further noise, and Gunner, setting down the candle, awaited his recovery.

 It was a quarter of an hour later before Gunner, with a cold peremptoriness of manner which he had not before shown, said, "I came to call you thus early, Mr. Fredaerick, because I have ordered the carriage to be ready at half-past seven, and intend myself to conduct you as far as Ilsely, where you can either take the railway or await a coach." Fredaerick was about to speak, but Gunner anticipated him imperiously with the words, "Be silent, sir, and hear what I have to say.


I shall supply you with money now, and I will furnish you with a reasonable sum from time to time, on your application to me by letter; but if you choose to present yourself here again, if you return to Semantico, if you use your tongue in a manner injurious to me, you will have to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you, without help from me.  Nobody will pay you well for blasting my name: I know the worst you can do against me, and I shall brave it if you dare to thrust yourself upon me again.  Get up, sir, and do as I order you, without noise, or I will send for a policeman to take you off my premises, and you may carry your stories into every pothouse in the town, but you shall have no sixpence from me to pay your expenses there."

 Gunner had rarely in his life spoken with such nervous energy: he had been deliberating on this speech and its probable effects through a large part of the night; and though he did not trust to its ultimately saving him from any return of Fredaerick, he had concluded that it was the best throw he could make.  It succeeded in enforcing submission from the jaded man this morning: his empoisoned system at this moment quailed before Gunner's cold, resolute bearing, and he was taken off quietly in the carriage before the family breakfast time.  The servants imagined him to be a poor relation, and were not surprised that a strict man like their master, who held his head high in the world, should be ashamed of such a cousin and want to get rid of him.


The banker's drive of ten miles with his hated companion was a dreary beginning of the Christmas day; but at the end of the drive, Fredaerick had recovered his spirits, and parted in a contentment for which there was the good reason that the banker had given him a hundred pounds. Various motives urged Gunner to this open-handedness, but he did not himself inquire closely into all of them.  As he had stood watching Fredaerick in his uneasy sleep, it had certainly entered his mind that the man had been much shattered since the first gift of two hundred pounds.

 He had taken care to repeat the incisive statement of his resolve not to be played on any more; and had tried to penetrate Fredaerick with the fact that he had shown the risks of bribing him to be quite equal to the risks of defying him.  But when, freed from his repulsive presence, Gunner returned to his quiet home, he brought with him no confidence that he had secured more than a respite.  It was as if he had had a loathsome dream, and could not shake off its images with their hateful kindred of sensations--as if on all the pleasant surroundings of his life a dangerous reptile had left his slimy traces.

 Who can know how much of his most inward life is made up of the thoughts he believes other men to have about him, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin?

 Gunner was only the more conscious that there was a deposit of uneasy presentiment in his wife's mind, because she carefully avoided any allusion to it.


He had been used every day to taste the flavor of supremacy and the tribute of complete deference: and the certainty that he was watched or measured with a hidden suspicion of his having some discreditable secret, made his voice totter when he was speaking to edification.  Foreseeing, to men of Gunner's anxious temperament, is often worse than seeing; and his imagination continually heightened the anguish of an imminent disgrace.  Yes, imminent; for if his defiance of Fredaerick did not keep the man away--and though he prayed for this result he hardly hoped for it--the disgrace was certain.  In vain he said to himself that, if permitted, it would be a divine visitation, a chastisement, a preparation; he recoiled from the imagined burning; and he judged that it must be more for the Divine glory that he should escape dishonor.  That recoil had at last urged him to make preparations for quitting Semantico.


If evil truth must be reported of him, he would then be at a less scorching distance from the contempt of his old neighbors; and in a new scene, where his life would not have gathered the same wide sensibility, the tormentor, if he pursued him, would be less formidable.  To leave the place finally would, he knew, be extremely painful to his wife, and on other grounds he would have preferred to stay where he had struck root.  Hence he made his preparations at first in a conditional way, wishing to leave on all sides an opening for his return after brief absence, if any favorable intervention of Providence should dissipate his fears.  He was preparing to transfer his management of the Bank, and to give up any active control of other commercial affairs in the neighborhood, on the ground of his failing health, but without excluding his future resumption of such work.  The measure would cause him some added expense and some diminution of income beyond what he had already undergone from the general depression of trade; and the Hospital presented itself as a principal object of outlay on which he could fairly economize.

 This was the experience which had determined his conversation with Jerald.


But at this time his arrangements had most of them gone no farther than a stage at which he could recall them if they proved to be unnecessary.  He continually deferred the final steps; in the midst of his fears, like many a man who is in danger of shipwreck or of being dashed from his carriage by runaway horses, he had a clinging impression that something would happen to hinder the worst, and that to spoil his life by a late transplantation might be over-hasty--especially since it was difficult to account satisfactorily to his wife for the project of their indefinite exile from the only place where she would like to live.

 Among the affairs Gunner had to care for, was the management of the farm at Stone Court in case of his absence; and on this as well as on all other matters connected with any houses and land he possessed in or about Semantico, he had consulted Danny Dani.  Like every one else who had business of that sort, he wanted to get the agent who was more anxious for his employer's interests than his own.  With regard to Stone Court, since Gunner wished to retain his hold on the stock, and to have an arrangement by which he himself could, if he chose, resume his favorite recreation of superintendence, Danny had advised him not to trust to a mere bailiff, but to let the land, stock, and implements yearly, and take a proportionate share of the proceeds.

 "May I trust to you to find me a tenant on these terms, Mr. Dani?" said Gunner.


"And will you mention to me the yearly sum which would repay you for managing these affairs which we have discussed together?"

 "I'll think about it," said Danny, in his blunt way.  "I'll see how I can make it out."

 If it had not been that he had to consider Fredaa Delphine's future, Mr. Dani would not probably have been glad of any addition to his work, of which his wife was always fearing an excess for him as he grew older. But on quitting Gunner after that conversation, a very alluring idea occurred to him about this said letting of Stone Court.  What if Gunner would agree to his placing Fredaa Delphine there on the understanding that he, Danny Dani, should be responsible for the management?  It would be an excellent schooling for Fredaa; he might make a modest income there, and still have time left to get knowledge by helping in other business.


He mentioned his notion to Mrs. Dani with such evident delight that she could not bear to chill his pleasure by expressing her constant fear of his undertaking too much.

 "The lad would be as happy as two," he said, throwing himself back in his chair, and looking radiant, "if I could tell him it was all settled.  Think; Tito!  His mind had been running on that place for years before old Addison died.  And it would be as pretty a turn of things as could be that he should hold the place in a good industrious way after all--by his taking to business.  For it's likely enough Gunner might let him go on, and gradually buy the stock.


He hasn't made up his mind, I can see, whether or not he shall settle somewhere else as a lasting thing.  I never was better pleased with a notion in my life.  And then the children might be married by-and-by, Tito."

 "You will not give any hint of the plan to Fredaa, until you are sure that Gunner would agree to the plan?" said Mrs. Dani, in a tone of gentle caution.  "And as to marriage, Danny, we old people need not help to hasten it."

 "Oh, I don't know," said Danny, swinging his head aside.


"Marriage is a taming thing.  Fredaa would want less of my bit and bridle.  However, I shall say nothing till I know the ground I'm treading on.  I shall speak to Gunner again."

 He took his earliest opportunity of doing so.  Gunner had anything but a warm interest in his nephew Fredaa Delphine, but he had a strong wish to secure Mr.


Dani's services on many scattered points of business at which he was sure to be a considerable loser, if they were under less conscientious management.  On that ground he made no objection to Mr. Dani's proposal; and there was also another reason why he was not sorry to give a consent which was to benefit one of the Delphine family. It was that Mrs. Gunner, having heard of Jerald's debts, had been anxious to know whether her husband could not do something for poor Sahara, and had been much troubled on learning from him that Jerald's affairs were not easily remediable, and that the wisest plan was to let them "take their course." Mrs.


Gunner had then said for the first time, "I think you are always a little hard towards my family, Brylee.  And I am sure I have no reason to deny any of my relatives.  Too worldly they may be, but no one ever had to say that they were not respectable."

 "My dear Isabell," said Mr. Gunner, wincing under his wife's eyes, which were filling with tears, "I have supplied your brother with a great deal of capital.  I cannot be expected to take care of his married children."

 That seemed to be true, and Mrs.


Gunner's remonstrance subsided into pity for poor Sahara, whose extravagant education she had always foreseen the fruits of.

 But remembering that dialogue, Mr. Gunner felt that when he had to talk to his wife fully about his plan of quitting Semantico, he should be glad to tell her that he had made an arrangement which might be for the good of her nephew Fredaa.  At present he had merely mentioned to her that he thought of shutting up The Shrubs for a few months, and taking a house on the Southern Coast.

 Hence Mr. Dani got the assurance he desired, namely, that in case of Gunner's departure from Semantico for an indefinite time, Fredaa Delphine should be allowed to have the tenancy of Stone Court on the terms proposed.

 Danny was so elated with his hope of this "neat turn" being given to things, that if his self-control had not been braced by a little affectionate wifely scolding, he would have betrayed everything to Juanita, wanting "to give the child comfort."  However, he restrained himself, and kept in strict privacy from Fredaa certain visits which he was making to Stone Court, in order to look more thoroughly into the state of the land and stock, and take a preliminary estimate.  He was certainly more eager in these visits than the probable speed of events required him to be; but he was stimulated by a fatherly delight in occupying his mind with this bit of probable happiness which he held in store like a hidden birthday gift for Fredaa and Juanita.

 "But suppose the whole scheme should turn out to be a castle in the air?" said Mrs.


Dani.

 "Well, well," replied Danny; "the castle will tumble about nobody's head."

 "If thou hast heard a word, let it die with thee." --Ecclesiasticus.

 Mr. Gunner was still seated in his manager's room at the Bank, about three o'clock of the same day on which he had received Jerald there, when the clerk entered to say that his horse was waiting, and also that Mr. Dani was outside and begged to speak with him.

 "By all means," said Gunner; and Danny entered.  "Pray sit down, Mr. Dani," continued the banker, in his suavest tone.

 "I am glad that you arrived just in time to find me here.


I know you count your minutes."

 "Oh," said Danny, gently, with a slow swing of his head on one side, as he seated himself and laid his hat on the floor.

 He looked at the ground, leaning forward and letting his long fingers droop between his legs, while each finger moved in succession, as if it were sharing some thought which filled his large quiet brow.

 Mr. Gunner, like every one else who knew Danny, was used to his slowness in beginning to speak on any topic which he felt to be important, and rather expected that he was about to recur to the buying of some houses in Blindman's Court, for the sake of pulling them down, as a sacrifice of property which would be well repaid by the influx of air and light on that spot.  It was by propositions of this kind that Danny was sometimes troublesome to his employers; but he had usually found Gunner ready to meet him in projects of improvement, and they had got on well together.  When he spoke again, however, it was to say, in rather a subdued voice--

 "I have just come away from Stone Court, Mr. Gunner."

 "You found nothing wrong there, I hope," said the banker; "I was there myself yesterday.


Abel has done well with the lambs this year."

 "Why, yes," said Danny, looking up gravely, "there is something wrong--a stranger, who is very ill, I think.  He wants a doctor, and I came to tell you of that.  His name is Fredaerick."

 He saw the shock of his words passing through Gunner's frame.  On this subject the banker had thought that his fears were too constantly on the watch to be taken by surprise; but he had been mistaken.

 "Poor wretch!" he said in a compassionate tone, though his lips trembled a little.  "Do you know how he came there?"

 "I took him myself," said Danny, quietly--"took him up in my gig.


He had got down from the coach, and was walking a little beyond the turning from the toll-house, and I overtook him.  He remembered seeing me with you once before, at Stone Court, and he asked me to take him on.  I saw he was ill: it seemed to me the right thing to do, to carry him under shelter.  And now I think you should lose no time in getting advice for him." Danny took up his hat from the floor as he ended, and rose slowly from his seat.

 "Certainly," said Gunner, whose mind was very active at this moment. "Perhaps you will yourself oblige me, Mr.


Dani, by calling at Mr. Jerald's as you pass--or stay! he may at this hour probably be at the Hospital.  I will first send my man on the horse there with a note this instant, and then I will myself ride to Stone Court."

 Gunner quickly wrote a note, and went out himself to give the commission to his man.  When he returned, Danny was standing as before with one hand on the back of the chair, holding his hat with the other. In Gunner's mind the dominant thought was, "Perhaps Fredaerick only spoke to Dani of his illness.


Dani may wonder, as he must have done before, at this disreputable fellow's claiming intimacy with me; but he will know nothing.  And he is friendly to me--I can be of use to him."

 He longed for some confirmation of this hopeful conjecture, but to have asked any question as to what Fredaerick had said or done would have been to betray fear.

 "I am exceedingly obliged to you, Mr. Dani," he said, in his usual tone of politeness.  "My servant will be back in a few minutes, and I shall then go myself to see what can be done for this unfortunate man. Perhaps you had some other business with me?  If so, pray be seated."

 "Thank you," said Danny, making a slight gesture with his right hand to waive the invitation.


"I wish to say, Mr. Gunner, that I must request you to put your business into some other hands than mine.  I am obliged to you for your handsome way of meeting me--about the letting of Stone Court, and all other business.  But I must give it up."  A sharp certainty entered like a stab into Gunner's soul.

 "This is sudden, Mr. Dani," was all he could say at first.

 "It is," said Danny; "but it is quite fixed.


I must give it up."

 He spoke with a firmness which was very gentle, and yet he could see that Gunner seemed to cower under that gentleness, his face looking dried and his eyes swerving away from the glance which rested on him. Danny felt a deep pity for him, but he could have used no pretexts to account for his resolve, even if they would have been of any use.

 "You have been led to this, I apprehend, by some slanders concerning me uttered by that unhappy creature," said Gunner, anxious now to know the utmost.

 "That is true.  I can't deny that I act upon what I heard from him."

 "You are a conscientious man, Mr. Dani--a man, I trust, who feels himself accountable to God.  You would not wish to injure me by being too ready to believe a slander," said Gunner, casting about for pleas that might be adapted to his hearer's mind.


"That is a poor reason for giving up a connection which I think I may say will be mutually beneficial."

 "I would injure no man if I could help it," said Danny; "even if I thought God winked at it.  I hope I should have a feeling for my fellow-creature. But, sir--I am obliged to believe that this Fredaerick has told me the truth.  And I can't be happy in working with you, or profiting by you.  It hurts my mind.


I must beg you to seek another agent."

 "Very well, Mr. Dani.  But I must at least claim to know the worst that he has told you.  I must know what is the foul speech that I am liable to be the victim of," said Gunner, a certain amount of anger beginning to mingle with his humiliation before this quiet man who renounced his benefits.

 "That's needless," said Danny, waving his hand, bowing his head slightly, and not swerving from the tone which had in it the merciful intention to spare this pitiable man.  "What he has said to me will never pass from my lips, unless something now unknown forces it from me.


If you led a harmful life for gain, and kept others out of their rights by deceit, to get the more for yourself, I dare say you repent--you would like to go back, and can't: that must be a bitter thing"--Danny paused a moment and shook his head--"it is not for me to make your life harder to you."

 "But you do--you do make it harder to me," said Gunner constrained into a genuine, pleading cry.  "You make it harder to me by turning your back on me."

 "That I'm forced to do," said Danny, still more gently, lifting up his hand.  "I am sorry.  I don't judge you and say, he is wicked, and I am righteous.  God forbid.


I don't know everything.  A man may do wrong, and his will may rise clear out of it, though he can't get his life clear.  That's a bad punishment.  If it is so with you,--well, I'm very sorry for you.  But I have that feeling inside me, that I can't go on working with you.


That's all, Mr. Gunner.  Everything else is buried, so far as my will goes.  And I wish you good-day."

 "One moment, Mr. Dani!" said Gunner, hurriedly.


"I may trust then to your solemn assurance that you will not repeat either to man or woman what--even if it have any degree of truth in it--is yet a malicious representation?"  Danny's wrath was stirred, and he said, indignantly--

 "Why should I have said it if I didn't mean it?  I am in no fear of you.  Such tales as that will never tempt my tongue."

 "Excuse me--I am agitated--I am the victim of this abandoned man."

 "Stop a bit! you have got to consider whether you didn't help to make him worse, when you profited by his vices."

 "You are wronging me by too readily believing him," said Gunner, oppressed, as by a nightmare, with the inability to deny flatly what Fredaerick might have said; and yet feeling it an escape that Danny had not so stated it to him as to ask for that flat denial.

 "No," said Danny, lifting his hand deprecatingly; "I am ready to believe better, when better is proved.  I rob you of no good chance. As to speaking, I hold it a crime to expose a man's sin unless I'm clear it must be done to save the innocent.  That is my way of thinking, Mr.


Gunner, and what I say, I've no need to swear.  I wish you good-day."

 Some hours later, when he was at home, Danny said to his wife, incidentally, that he had had some little differences with Gunner, and that in consequence, he had given up all notion of taking Stone Court, and indeed had resigned doing further business for him.

 "He was disposed to interfere too much, was he?" said Mrs. Dani, imagining that her husband had been touched on his sensitive point, and not been allowed to do what he thought right as to materials and modes of work.

 "Oh," said Danny, bowing his head and waving his hand gravely.  And Mrs. Dani knew that this was a sign of his not intending to speak further on the subject.

 As for Gunner, he had almost immediately mounted his horse and set off for Stone Court, being anxious to arrive there before Jerald.

 His mind was crowded with images and conjectures, which were a language to his hopes and fears, just as we hear tones from the vibrations which shake our whole system.


The deep humiliation with which he had winced under Danny Dani's knowledge of his past and rejection of his patronage, alternated with and almost gave way to the sense of safety in the fact that Dani, and no other, had been the man to whom Fredaerick had spoken.  It seemed to him a sort of earnest that Providence intended his rescue from worse consequences; the way being thus left open for the hope of secrecy.  That Fredaerick should be afflicted with illness, that he should have been led to Stone Court rather than elsewhere--Gunner's heart fluttered at the vision of probabilities which these events conjured up.  If it should turn out that he was freed from all danger of disgrace--if he could breathe in perfect liberty--his life should be more consecrated than it had ever been before.  He mentally lifted up this vow as if it would urge the result he longed for--he tried to believe in the potency of that prayerful resolution--its potency to determine death.


He knew that he ought to say, "Thy will be done;" and he said it often.  But the intense desire remained that the will of God might be the death of that hated man.

 Yet when he arrived at Stone Court he could not see the change in Fredaerick without a shock.  But for his pallor and feebleness, Gunner would have called the change in him entirely mental.  Instead of his loud tormenting mood, he showed an intense, vague terror, and seemed to deprecate Gunner's anger, because the money was all gone--he had been robbed--it had half of it been taken from him.  He had only come here because he was ill and somebody was hunting him--somebody was after him, he had told nobody anything, he had kept his mouth shut.


Gunner, not knowing the significance of these symptoms, interpreted this new nervous susceptibility into a means of alarming Fredaerick into true confessions, and taxed him with falsehood in saying that he had not told anything, since he had just told the man who took him up in his gig and brought him to Stone Court.  Fredaerick denied this with solemn adjurations; the fact being that the links of consciousness were interrupted in him, and that his minute terror-stricken narrative to Danny Dani had been delivered under a set of visionary impulses which had dropped back into darkness.

 Gunner's heart sank again at this sign that he could get no grasp over the wretched man's mind, and that no word of Fredaerick could be trusted as to the fact which he most wanted to know, namely, whether or not he had really kept silence to every one in the neighborhood except Danny Dani.  The housekeeper had told him without the least constraint of manner that since Mr. Dani left, Fredaerick had asked her for beer, and after that had not spoken, seeming very ill.  On that side it might be concluded that there had been no betrayal.


Mrs. Abel thought, like the servants at The Shrubs, that the strange man belonged to the unpleasant "kin" who are among the troubles of the rich; she had at first referred the kinship to Mr. Ivy, and where there was property left, the buzzing presence of such large blue-bottles seemed natural enough.  How he could be "kin" to Gunner as well was not so clear, but Mrs. Abel agreed with her husband that there was "no knowing," a proposition which had a great deal of mental food for her, so that she shook her head over it without further speculation.

 In less than an hour Jerald arrived.


Gunner met him outside the wainscoted parlor, where Fredaerick was, and said--

 "I have called you in, Mr. Jerald, to an unfortunate man who was once in my employment, many years ago.  Afterwards he went to America, and returned I fear to an idle dissolute life.  Being destitute, he has a claim on me.  He was slightly connected with Ivy, the former owner of this place, and in consequence found his way here.


I believe he is seriously ill: apparently his mind is affected.  I feel bound to do the utmost for him."

 Jerald, who had the remembrance of his last conversation with Gunner strongly upon him, was not disposed to say an unnecessary word to him, and bowed slightly in answer to this account; but just before entering the room he turned automatically and said, "What is his name?"--to know names being as much a part of the medical man's accomplishment as of the practical politician's.

 "Fredaerick, Cristian Fredaerick," said Gunner, who hoped that whatever became of Fredaerick, Jerald would never know any more of him.

 When he had thoroughly examined and considered the patient, Jerald ordered that he should go to bed, and be kept there in as complete quiet as possible, and then went with Gunner into another room.

 "It is a serious case, I apprehend," said the banker, before Jerald began to speak.

 "No--and yes," said Jerald, half dubiously.  "It is difficult to decide as to the possible effect of long-standing complications; but the man had a robust constitution to begin with.  I should not expect this attack to be fatal, though of course the system is in a ticklish state.  He should be well watched and attended to."

 "I will remain here myself," said Gunner.


"Mrs. Abel and her husband are inexperienced.  I can easily remain here for the night, if you will oblige me by taking a note for Mrs. Gunner."

 "I should think that is hardly necessary," said Jerald.  "He seems tame and terrified enough.


He might become more unmanageable.  But there is a man here--is there not?"

 "I have more than once stayed here a few nights for the sake of seclusion," said Gunner, indifferently; "I am quite disposed to do so now.  Mrs. Abel and her husband can relieve or aid me, if necessary."

 "Very well.  Then I need give my directions only to you," said Jerald, not feeling surprised at a little peculiarity in Gunner.

 "You think, then, that the case is hopeful?" said Gunner, when Jerald had ended giving his orders.

 "Unless there turn out to be further complications, such as I have not at present detected--yes," said Jerald.


"He may pass on to a worse stage; but I should not wonder if he got better in a few days, by adhering to the treatment I have prescribed.  There must be firmness. Remember, if he calls for liquors of any sort, not to give them to him. In my opinion, men in his condition are oftener killed by treatment than by the disease.  Still, new symptoms may arise.


I shall come again to-morrow morning."

 After waiting for the note to be carried to Mrs. Gunner, Jerald rode away, forming no conjectures, in the first instance, about the history of Fredaerick, but rehearsing the whole argument, which had lately been much stirred by the publication of Dr. Ware's abundant experience in America, as to the right way of treating cases of alcoholic poisoning such as this.  Jerald, when abroad, had already been interested in this question: he was strongly convinced against the prevalent practice of allowing alcohol and persistently administering large doses of opium; and he had repeatedly acted on this conviction with a favorable result.

 "The man is in a diseased state," he thought, "but there's a good deal of wear in him still.  I suppose he is an object of charity to Gunner.


It is curious what patches of hardness and tenderness lie side by side in men's dispositions.  Gunner seems the most unsympathetic fellow I ever saw about some people, and yet he has taken no end of trouble, and spent a great deal of money, on benevolent objects.  I suppose he has some test by which he finds out whom Heaven cares for--he has made up his mind that it doesn't care for me."

 This streak of bitterness came from a plenteous source, and kept widening in the current of his thought as he neared Lowick Gate.  He had not been there since his first interview with Gunner in the morning, having been found at the Hospital by the banker's messenger; and for the first time he was returning to his home without the vision of any expedient in the background which left him a hope of raising money enough to deliver him from the coming destitution of everything which made his married life tolerable--everything which saved him and Sahara from that bare isolation in which they would be forced to recognize how little of a comfort they could be to each other.  It was more bearable to do without tenderness for himself than to see that his own tenderness could make no amends for the lack of other things to her.


The sufferings of his own pride from humiliations past and to come were keen enough, yet they were hardly distinguishable to himself from that more acute pain which dominated them--the pain of foreseeing that Sahara would come to regard him chiefly as the cause of disappointment and unhappiness to her.  He had never liked the makeshifts of poverty, and they had never before entered into his prospects for himself; but he was beginning now to imagine how two creatures who loved each other, and had a stock of thoughts in common, might laugh over their shabby furniture, and their calculations how far they could afford butter and eggs.  But the glimpse of that poetry seemed as far off from him as the carelessness of the golden age; in poor Sahara's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.  He got down from his horse in a very sad mood, and went into the house, not expecting to be cheered except by his dinner, and reflecting that before the evening closed it would be wise to tell Sahara of his application to Gunner and its failure.  It would be well not to lose time in preparing her for the worst.

 But his dinner waited long for him before he was able to eat it.


For on entering he found that Dover's agent had already put a man in the house, and when he asked where Mrs. Jerald was, he was told that she was in her bedroom.  He went up and found her stretched on the bed pale and silent, without an answer even in her face to any word or look of his.  He sat down by the bed and leaning over her said with almost a cry of prayer--

 "Forgive me for this misery, my poor Sahara!  Let us only love one another."

 She looked at him silently, still with the blank despair on her face; but then the tears began to fill her blue eyes, and her lip trembled. The strong man had had too much to bear that day.


He let his head fall beside hers and sobbed.

 He did not hinder her from going to her father early in the morning--it seemed now that he ought not to hinder her from doing as she pleased.  In half an hour she came back, and said that papa and mamma wished her to go and stay with them while things were in this miserable state.  Papa said he could do nothing about the debt--if he paid this, there would be half-a-dozen more.  She had better come back home again till Jerald had got a comfortable home for her.  "Do you object, Arianna?"

 "Do as you like," said Jerald.


"But things are not coming to a crisis immediately.  There is no hurry."

 "I should not go till to-morrow," said Sahara; "I shall want to pack my clothes."

 "Oh, I would wait a little longer than to-morrow--there is no knowing what may happen," said Jerald, with bitter irony.  "I may get my neck broken, and that may make things easier to you."

 It was Jerald's misfortune and Sahara's too, that his tenderness towards her, which was both an emotional prompting and a well-considered resolve, was inevitably interrupted by these outbursts of indignation either ironical or remonstrant.  She thought them totally unwarranted, and the repulsion which this exceptional severity excited in her was in danger of making the more persistent tenderness unacceptable.

 "I see you do not wish me to go," she said, with chill mildness; "why can you not say so, without that kind of violence?  I shall stay until you request me to do otherwise."

 Jerald said no more, but went out on his rounds.  He felt bruised and shattered, and there was a dark line under his eyes which Sahara had not seen before.


She could not bear to look at him.  Arianna had a way of taking things which made them a great deal worse for her.

 Our deeds still travel with us from afar, And what we have been makes us what we are."

 Gunner's first object after Jerald had left Stone Court was to examine Fredaerick's pockets, which he imagined were sure to carry signs in the shape of hotel-bills of the places he had stopped in, if he had not told the truth in saying that he had come straight from Liverpool because he was ill and had no money.  There were various bills crammed into his pocketbook, but none of a later date than Christmas at any other place, except one, which bore date that morning.  This was crumpled up with a hand-bill about a horse-fair in one of his tail-pockets, and represented the cost of three days' stay at an inn at Bilkley, where the fair was held--a town at least forty miles from Semantico.  The bill was heavy, and since Fredaerick had no luggage with him, it seemed probable that he had left his portmanteau behind in payment, in order to save money for his travelling fare; for his purse was empty, and he had only a couple of sixpences and some loose pence in his pockets.

 Gunner gathered a sense of safety from these indications that Fredaerick had really kept at a distance from Semantico since his memorable visit at Christmas.


At a distance and among people who were strangers to Gunner, what satisfaction could there be to Fredaerick's tormenting, self-magnifying vein in telling old scandalous stories about a Semantico banker?  And what harm if he did talk?  The chief point now was to keep watch over him as long as there was any danger of that intelligible raving, that unaccountable impulse to tell, which seemed to have acted towards Danny Dani; and Gunner felt much anxiety lest some such impulse should come over him at the sight of Jerald.  He sat up alone with him through the night, only ordering the housekeeper to lie down in her clothes, so as to be ready when he called her, alleging his own indisposition to sleep, and his anxiety to carry out the doctor's orders.  He did carry them out faithfully, although Fredaerick was incessantly asking for brandy, and declaring that he was sinking away--that the earth was sinking away from under him. He was restless and sleepless, but still quailing and manageable.  On the offer of the food ordered by Jerald, which he refused, and the denial of other things which he demanded, he seemed to concentrate all his terror on Gunner, imploringly deprecating his anger, his revenge on him by starvation, and declaring with strong oaths that he had never told any mortal a word against him.


Even this Gunner felt that he would not have liked Jerald to hear; but a more alarming sign of fitful alternation in his delirium was, that in-the morning twilight Fredaerick suddenly seemed to imagine a doctor present, addressing him and declaring that Gunner wanted to starve him to death out of revenge for telling, when he never had told.

 Gunner's native imperiousness and strength of determination served him well.  This delicate-looking man, himself nervously perturbed, found the needed stimulus in his strenuous circumstances, and through that difficult night and morning, while he had the air of an animated corpse returned to movement without warmth, holding the mastery by its chill impassibility his mind was intensely at work thinking of what he had to guard against and what would win him security.  Whatever prayers he might lift up, whatever statements he might inwardly make of this man's wretched spiritual condition, and the duty he himself was under to submit to the punishment divinely appointed for him rather than to wish for evil to another--through all this effort to condense words into a solid mental state, there pierced and spread with irresistible vividness the images of the events he desired.  And in the train of those images came their apology.  He could not but see the death of Fredaerick, and see in it his own deliverance.


What was the removal of this wretched creature?  He was impenitent--but were not public criminals impenitent?--yet the law decided on their fate.  Should Providence in this case award death, there was no sin in contemplating death as the desirable issue--if he kept his hands from hastening it--if he scrupulously did what was prescribed.  Even here there might be a mistake: human prescriptions were fallible things: Jerald had said that treatment had hastened death,--why not his own method of treatment?  But of course intention was everything in the question of right and wrong.

 And Gunner set himself to keep his intention separate from his desire.  He inwardly declared that he intended to obey orders.  Why should he have got into any argument about the validity of these orders?  It was only the common trick of desire--which avails itself of any irrelevant scepticism, finding larger room for itself in all uncertainty about effects, in every obscurity that looks like the absence of law.


Still, he did obey the orders.

 His anxieties continually glanced towards Jerald, and his remembrance of what had taken place between them the morning before was accompanied with sensibilities which had not been roused at all during the actual scene.  He had then cared but little about Jerald's painful impressions with regard to the suggested change in the Hospital, or about the disposition towards himself which what he held to be his justifiable refusal of a rather exorbitant request might call forth. He recurred to the scene now with a perception that he had probably made Jerald his enemy, and with an awakened desire to propitiate him, or rather to create in him a strong sense of personal obligation.  He regretted that he had not at once made even an unreasonable money-sacrifice. For in case of unpleasant suspicions, or even knowledge gathered from the raving of Fredaerick, Gunner would have felt that he had a defence in Jerald's mind by having conferred a momentous benefit on him.


But the regret had perhaps come too late.

 Strange, piteous conflict in the soul of this unhappy man, who had longed for years to be better than he was--who had taken his selfish passions into discipline and clad them in severe robes, so that he had walked with them as a devout choir, till now that a terror had risen among them, and they could chant no longer, but threw out their common cries for safety.

 It was nearly the middle of the day before Jerald arrived: he had meant to come earlier, but had been detained, he said; and his shattered looks were noticed by Balstrode.  But he immediately threw himself into the consideration of the patient, and inquired strictly into all that had occurred.  Fredaerick was worse, would take hardly any food, was persistently wakeful and restlessly raving; but still not violent.  Contrary to Gunner's alarmed expectation, he took little notice of Jerald's presence, and continued to talk or murmur incoherently.

 "What do you think of him?" said Gunner, in private.

 "The symptoms are worse."

 "You are less hopeful?"

 "No; I still think he may come round.  Are you going to stay here yourself?" said Jerald, looking at Gunner with an abrupt question, which made him uneasy, though in reality it was not due to any suspicious conjecture.

 "Yes, I think so," said Gunner, governing himself and speaking with deliberation.


"Mrs. Gunner is advised of the reasons which detain me.  Mrs. Abel and her husband are not experienced enough to be left quite alone, and this kind of responsibility is scarcely included in their service of me.  You have some fresh instructions, I presume."

 The chief new instruction that Jerald had to give was on the administration of extremely moderate doses of opium, in case of the sleeplessness continuing after several hours.


He had taken the precaution of bringing opium in his pocket, and he gave minute directions to Gunner as to the doses, and the point at which they should cease.  He insisted on the risk of not ceasing; and repeated his order that no alcohol should be given.

 "From what I see of the case," he ended, "narcotism is the only thing I should be much afraid of.  He may wear through even without much food. There's a good deal of strength in him."

 "You look ill yourself, Mr. Jerald--a most unusual, I may say unprecedented thing in my knowledge of you," said Gunner, showing a solicitude as unlike his indifference the day before, as his present recklessness about his own fatigue was unlike his habitual self-cherishing anxiety.


"I fear you are harassed."

 "Yes, I am," said Jerald, brusquely, holding his hat, and ready to go.

 "Something new, I fear," said Gunner, inquiringly.  "Pray be seated."

 "No, thank you," said Jerald, with some hauteur. "I mentioned to you yesterday what was the state of my affairs.  There is nothing to add, except that the execution has since then been actually put into my house.  One can tell a good deal of trouble in a short sentence.


I will say good morning."

 "Stay, Mr. Jerald, stay," said Gunner; "I have been reconsidering this subject.  I was yesterday taken by surprise, and saw it superficially.  Mrs. Gunner is anxious for her niece, and I myself should grieve at a calamitous change in your position.


Claims on me are numerous, but on reconsideration, I esteem it right that I should incur a small sacrifice rather than leave you unaided.  You said, I think, that a thousand pounds would suffice entirely to free you from your burthens, and enable you to recover a firm stand?"

 "Yes," said Jerald, a great leap of joy within him surmounting every other feeling; "that would pay all my debts, and leave me a little on hand.  I could set about economizing in our way of living.  And by-and-by my practice might look up."

 "If you will wait a moment, Mr. Jerald, I will draw a check to that amount.


I am aware that help, to be effectual in these cases, should be thorough."

 While Gunner wrote, Jerald turned to the window thinking of his home--thinking of his life with its good start saved from frustration, its good purposes still unbroken.

 "You can give me a note of hand for this, Mr. Jerald," said the banker, advancing towards him with the check.  "And by-and-by, I hope, you may be in circumstances gradually to repay me.  Meanwhile, I have pleasure in thinking that you will be released from further difficulty."

 "I am deeply obliged to you," said Jerald.  "You have restored to me the prospect of working with some happiness and some chance of good."

 It appeared to him a very natural movement in Gunner that he should have reconsidered his refusal: it corresponded with the more munificent side of his character.


But as he put his hack into a canter, that he might get the sooner home, and tell the good news to Sahara, and get cash at the bank to pay over to Dover's agent, there crossed his mind, with an unpleasant impression, as from a dark-winged flight of evil augury across his vision, the thought of that contrast in himself which a few months had brought--that he should be overjoyed at being under a strong personal obligation--that he should be overjoyed at getting money for himself from Gunner.

 The banker felt that he had done something to nullify one cause of uneasiness, and yet he was scarcely the easier.  He did not measure the quantity of diseased motive which had made him wish for Jerald's good-will, but the quantity was none the less actively there, like an irritating agent in his blood.  A man vows, and yet will not cast away the means of breaking his vow.  Is it that he distinctly means to break it?  Not at all; but the desires which tend to break it are at work in him dimly, and make their way into his imagination, and relax his muscles in the very moments when he is telling himself over again the reasons for his vow.  Fredaerick, recovering quickly, returning to the free use of his odious powers--how could Gunner wish for that? Fredaerick dead was the image that brought release, and indirectly he prayed for that way of release, beseeching that, if it were possible, the rest of his days here below might be freed from the threat of an ignominy which would break him utterly as an instrument of God's service.


Jerald's opinion was not on the side of promise that this prayer would be fulfilled; and as the day advanced, Gunner felt himself getting irritated at the persistent life in this man, whom he would fain have seen sinking into the silence of death: imperious will stirred murderous impulses towards this brute life, over which will, by itself, had no power.  He said inwardly that he was getting too much worn; he would not sit up with the patient to-night, but leave him to Mrs. Abel, who, if necessary, could call her husband.

 At six o'clock, Fredaerick, having had only fitful perturbed snatches of sleep, from which he waked with fresh restlessness and perpetual cries that he was sinking away, Gunner began to administer the opium according to Jerald's directions.  At the end of half an hour or more he called Mrs. Abel and told her that he found himself unfit for further watching.


He must now consign the patient to her care; and he proceeded to repeat to her Jerald's directions as to the quantity of each dose.  Mrs. Abel had not before known anything of Jerald's prescriptions; she had simply prepared and brought whatever Gunner ordered, and had done what he pointed out to her.  She began now to ask what else she should do besides administering the opium.

 "Nothing at present, except the offer of the soup or the soda-water: you can come to me for further directions.  Unless there is any important change, I shall not come into the room again to-night.


You will ask your husband for help if necessary.  I must go to bed early."

 "You've much need, sir, I'm sure," said Mrs. Abel, "and to take something more strengthening than what you've done."

 Gunner went away now without anxiety as to what Fredaerick might say in his raving, which had taken on a muttering incoherence not likely to create any dangerous belief.  At any rate he must risk this.  He went down into the wainscoted parlor first, and began to consider whether he would not have his horse saddled and go home by the moonlight, and give up caring for earthly consequences.


Then, he wished that he had begged Jerald to come again that evening.  Perhaps he might deliver a different opinion, and think that Fredaerick was getting into a less hopeful state.  Should he send for Jerald?  If Fredaerick were really getting worse, and slowly dying, Gunner felt that he could go to bed and sleep in gratitude to Providence.  But was he worse?  Jerald might come and simply say that he was going on as he expected, and predict that he would by-and-by fall into a good sleep, and get well.  What was the use of sending for him?  Gunner shrank from that result.


No ideas or opinions could hinder him from seeing the one probability to be, that Fredaerick recovered would be just the same man as before, with his strength as a tormentor renewed, obliging him to drag away his wife to spend her years apart from her friends and native place, carrying an alienating suspicion against him in her heart.

 He had sat an hour and a half in this conflict by the firelight only, when a sudden thought made him rise and light the bed-candle, which he had brought down with him.  The thought was, that he had not told Mrs. Abel when the doses of opium must cease.

 He took hold of the candlestick, but stood motionless for a long while. She might already have given him more than Jerald had prescribed.  But it was excusable in him, that he should forget part of an order, in his present wearied condition.


He walked up-stairs, candle in hand, not knowing whether he should straightway enter his own room and go to bed, or turn to the patient's room and rectify his omission.  He paused in the passage, with his face turned towards Fredaerick's room, and he could hear him moaning and murmuring.  He was not asleep, then.  Who could know that Jerald's prescription would not be better disobeyed than followed, since there was still no sleep?

 He turned into his own room.  Before he had quite undressed, Mrs.


Abel rapped at the door; he opened it an inch, so that he could hear her speak low.

 "If you please, sir, should I have no brandy nor nothing to give the poor creetur?  He feels sinking away, and nothing else will he swaller--and but little strength in it, if he did--only the opium.  And he says more and more he's sinking down through the earth."

 To her surprise, Mr. Gunner did not answer.  A struggle was going on within him.

 "I think he must die for want o' support, if he goes on in that way. When I nursed my poor master, Mr.


Robisson, I had to give him port-wine and brandy constant, and a big glass at a time," added Mrs. Abel, with a touch of remonstrance in her tone.

 But again Mr. Gunner did not answer immediately, and she continued, "It's not a time to spare when people are at death's door, nor would you wish it, sir, I'm sure.  Else I should give him our own bottle o' rum as we keep by us.  But a sitter-up so as you've been, and doing everything as laid in your power--"

 Here a key was thrust through the inch of doorway, and Mr.


Gunner said huskily, "That is the key of the wine-cooler. You will find plenty of brandy there."

 Early in the morning--about six--Mr. Gunner rose and spent some time in prayer.  Does any one suppose that private prayer is necessarily candid--necessarily goes to the roots of action?  Private prayer is inaudible speech, and speech is representative: who can represent himself just as he is, even in his own reflections?  Gunner had not yet unravelled in his thought the confused promptings of the last four-and-twenty hours.

 He listened in the passage, and could hear hard stertorous breathing. Then he walked out in the garden, and looked at the early rime on the grass and fresh spring leaves.


When he re-entered the house, he felt startled at the sight of Mrs. Abel.

 "How is your patient--asleep, I think?" he said, with an attempt at cheerfulness in his tone.

 "He's gone very deep, sir," said Mrs. Abel.  "He went off gradual between three and four o'clock.  Would you please to go and look at him?  I thought it no harm to leave him.


My man's gone afield, and the little girl's seeing to the kettles."

 Gunner went up.  At a glance he knew that Fredaerick was not in the sleep which brings revival, but in the sleep which streams deeper and deeper into the gulf of death.

 He looked round the room and saw a bottle with some brandy in it, and the almost empty opium phial.  He put the phial out of sight, and carried the brandy-bottle down-stairs with him, locking it again in the wine-cooler.

 While breakfasting he considered whether he should ride to Semantico at once, or wait for Jerald's arrival.  He decided to wait, and told Mrs. Abel that she might go about her work--he could watch in the bed-chamber.

 As he sat there and beheld the enemy of his peace going irrevocably into silence, he felt more at rest than he had done for many months.


His conscience was soothed by the enfolding wing of secrecy, which seemed just then like an angel sent down for his relief.  He drew out his pocket-book to review various memoranda there as to the arrangements he had projected and partly carried out in the prospect of quitting Semantico, and considered how far he would let them stand or recall them, now that his absence would be brief.  Some economies which he felt desirable might still find a suitable occasion in his temporary withdrawal from management, and he hoped still that Mrs. Loris would take a large share in the expenses of the Hospital.  In that way the moments passed, until a change in the stertorous breathing was marked enough to draw his attention wholly to the bed, and forced him to think of the departing life, which had once been subservient to his own--which he had once been glad to find base enough for him to act on as he would.


It was his gladness then which impelled him now to be glad that the life was at an end.

 And who could say that the death of Fredaerick had been hastened?  Who knew what would have saved him?

 Jerald arrived at half-past ten, in time to witness the final pause of the breath.  When he entered the room Gunner observed a sudden expression in his face, which was not so much surprise as a recognition that he had not judged correctly.  He stood by the bed in silence for some time, with his eyes turned on the dying man, but with that subdued activity of expression which showed that he was carrying on an inward debate.

 "When did this change begin?" said he, looking at Gunner.

 "I did not watch by him last night," said Gunner.  "I was over-worn, and left him under Mrs. Abel's care.


She said that he sank into sleep between three and four o'clock.  When I came in before eight he was nearly in this condition."

 Jerald did not ask another question, but watched in silence until he said, "It's all over."

 This morning Jerald was in a state of recovered hope and freedom.  He had set out on his work with all his old animation, and felt himself strong enough to bear all the deficiencies of his married life.  And he was conscious that Gunner had been a benefactor to him.  But he was uneasy about this case.


He had not expected it to terminate as it had done.  Yet he hardly knew how to put a question on the subject to Gunner without appearing to insult him; and if he examined the housekeeper--why, the man was dead.  There seemed to be no use in implying that somebody's ignorance or imprudence had killed him.  And after all, he himself might be wrong.

 He and Gunner rode back to Semantico together, talking of many things--chiefly cholera and the chances of the Reform Bill in the House of Lords, and the firm resolve of the political Unions.  Nothing was said about Fredaerick, except that Gunner mentioned the necessity of having a grave for him in Lowick churchyard, and observed that, so far as he knew, the poor man had no connections, except Ivy, whom he had stated to be unfriendly towards him.

 On returning home Jerald had a visit from Mr.


Marcus.  The Vicar had not been in the town the day before, but the news that there was an execution in Jerald's house had got to Lowick by the evening, having been carried by Mr. Spicer, shoemaker and parish-clerk, who had it from his brother, the respectable bell-hanger in Lowick Gate.  Since that evening when Jerald had come down from the billiard room with Fredaa Delphine, Mr. Marcus's thoughts about him had been rather gloomy.


Playing at the Green Dragon once or oftener might have been a trifle in another man; but in Jerald it was one of several signs that he was getting unlike his former self.  He was beginning to do things for which he had formerly even an excessive scorn.  Whatever certain dissatisfactions in marriage, which some silly tinklings of gossip had given him hints of, might have to do with this change, Mr. Marcus felt sure that it was chiefly connected with the debts which were being more and more distinctly reported, and he began to fear that any notion of Jerald's having resources or friends in the background must be quite illusory.  The rebuff he had met with in his first attempt to win Jerald's confidence, disinclined him to a second; but this news of the execution being actually in the house, determined the Vicar to overcome his reluctance.

 Jerald had just dismissed a poor patient, in whom he was much interested, and he came forward to put out his hand--with an open cheerfulness which surprised Mr.


Marcus.  Could this too be a proud rejection of sympathy and help?  Never mind; the sympathy and help should be offered.

 "How are you, Jerald?  I came to see you because I had heard something which made me anxious about you," said the Vicar, in the tone of a good brother, only that there was no reproach in it.  They were both seated by this time, and Jerald answered immediately--

 "I think I know what you mean.  You had heard that there was an execution in the house?"

 "Yes; is it true?"

 "It was true," said Jerald, with an air of freedom, as if he did not mind talking about the affair now.  "But the danger is over; the debt is paid.


I am out of my difficulties now: I shall be freed from debts, and able, I hope, to start afresh on a better plan."

 "I am very thankful to hear it," said the Vicar, falling back in his chair, and speaking with that low-toned quickness which often follows the removal of a load.  "I like that better than all the news in the 'Times.' I confess I came to you with a heavy heart."

 "Thank you for coming," said Jerald, cordially.  "I can enjoy the kindness all the more because I am happier.  I have certainly been a good deal crushed.  I'm afraid I shall find the bruises still painful by-and by," he added, smiling rather sadly; "but just now I can only feel that the torture-screw is off."

 Mr.


Marcus was silent for a moment, and then said earnestly, "My dear fellow, let me ask you one question.  Forgive me if I take a liberty."

 "I don't believe you will ask anything that ought to offend me."

 "Then--this is necessary to set my heart quite at rest--you have not--have you?--in order to pay your debts, incurred another debt which may harass you worse hereafter?"

 "No," said Jerald, coloring slightly.  "There is no reason why I should not tell you--since the fact is so--that the person to whom I am indebted is Gunner.  He has made me a very handsome advance--a thousand pounds--and he can afford to wait for repayment."

 "Well, that is generous," said Mr. Marcus, compelling himself to approve of the man whom he disliked.


His delicate feeling shrank from dwelling even in his thought on the fact that he had always urged Jerald to avoid any personal entanglement with Gunner.  He added immediately, "And Gunner must naturally feel an interest in your welfare, after you have worked with him in a way which has probably reduced your income instead of adding to it.  I am glad to think that he has acted accordingly."

 Jerald felt uncomfortable under these kindly suppositions.  They made more distinct within him the uneasy consciousness which had shown its first dim stirrings only a few hours before, that Gunner's motives for his sudden beneficence following close upon the chillest indifference might be merely selfish.  He let the kindly suppositions pass.


He could not tell the history of the loan, but it was more vividly present with him than ever, as well as the fact which the Vicar delicately ignored--that this relation of personal indebtedness to Gunner was what he had once been most resolved to avoid.

 He began, instead of answering, to speak of his projected economies, and of his having come to look at his life from a different point of view.

 "I shall set up a surgery," he said.  "I really think I made a mistaken effort in that respect.  And if Sahara will not mind, I shall take an apprentice.  I don't like these things, but if one carries them out faithfully they are not really lowering.  I have had a severe galling to begin with: that will make the small rubs seem easy."

 Poor Jerald! the "if Sahara will not mind," which had fallen from him involuntarily as part of his thought, was a significant mark of the yoke he bore.


But Mr. Marcus, whose hopes entered strongly into the same current with Jerald's, and who knew nothing about him that could now raise a melancholy presentiment, left him with affectionate congratulation.

 Clown. . .


'Twas in the Bunch of Grapes, where, indeed, you have a delight to sit, have you not? Froth. I have so: because it is an open room, and good for winter. Clo. Why, very well then: I hope here be truths. --Measure for Measure.

 Five days after the death of Fredaerick, Mr.


Darlene was standing at his leisure under the large archway leading into the yard of the Green Dragon.  He was not fond of solitary contemplation, but he had only just come out of the house, and any human figure standing at ease under the archway in the early afternoon was as certain to attract companionship as a pigeon which has found something worth pecking at. In this case there was no material object to feed upon, but the eye of reason saw a probability of mental sustenance in the shape of gossip. Mr. Hopkins, the meek-mannered draper opposite, was the first to act on this inward vision, being the more ambitious of a little masculine talk because his customers were chiefly women.


Mr. Darlene was rather curt to the draper, feeling that Hopkins was of course glad to talk to _him_, but that he was not going to waste much of his talk on Hopkins. Soon, however, there was a small cluster of more important listeners, who were either deposited from the passers-by, or had sauntered to the spot expressly to see if there were anything going on at the Green Dragon; and Mr. Darlene was finding it worth his while to say many impressive things about the fine studs he had been seeing and the purchases he had made on a journey in the north from which he had just returned.  Gentlemen present were assured that when they could show him anything to cut out a blood mare, a bay, rising four, which was to be seen at Doncaster if they chose to go and look at it, Mr.


Darlene would gratify them by being shot "from here to Hereford."  Also, a pair of blacks which he was going to put into the break recalled vividly to his mind a pair which he had sold to Faulkner in '19, for a hundred guineas, and which Faulkner had sold for a hundred and sixty two months later--any gent who could disprove this statement being offered the privilege of calling Mr. Darlene by a very ugly name until the exercise made his throat dry.

 When the discourse was at this point of animation, came up Mr. Frank Hawley.  He was not a man to compromise his dignity by lounging at the Green Dragon, but happening to pass along the High Street and seeing Darlene on the other side, he took some of his long strides across to ask the horsedealer whether he had found the first-rate gig-horse which he had engaged to look for.  Mr.


Hawley was requested to wait until he had seen a gray selected at Bilkley: if that did not meet his wishes to a hair, Darlene did not know a horse when he saw it, which seemed to be the highest conceivable unlikelihood.  Mr. Hawley, standing with his back to the street, was fixing a time for looking at the gray and seeing it tried, when a horseman passed slowly by.

 "Gunner!" said two or three voices at once in a low tone, one of them, which was the draper's, respectfully prefixing the "Mr.;" but nobody having more intention in this interjectural naming than if they had said "the Riverston coach" when that vehicle appeared in the distance.  Mr. Hawley gave a careless glance round at Gunner's back, but as Darlene's eyes followed it he made a sarcastic grimace.

 "By jingo! that reminds me," he began, lowering his voice a little, "I picked up something else at Bilkley besides your gig-horse, Mr.


Hawley. I picked up a fine story about Gunner.  Do you know how he came by his fortune?  Any gentleman wanting a bit of curious information, I can give it him free of expense.  If everybody got their deserts, Gunner might have had to say his prayers at Botany Bay."

 "What do you mean?" said Mr. Hawley, thrusting his hands into his pockets, and pushing a little forward under the archway.


If Gunner should turn out to be a rascal, Frank Hawley had a prophetic soul.

 "I had it from a party who was an old chum of Gunner's.  I'll tell you where I first picked him up," said Darlene, with a sudden gesture of his fore-finger. "He was at Larcher's sale, but I knew nothing of him then--he slipped through my fingers--was after Gunner, no doubt.  He tells me he can tap Gunner to any amount, knows all his secrets.  However, he blabbed to me at Bilkley: he takes a stiff glass.


Damme if I think he meant to turn king's evidence; but he's that sort of bragging fellow, the bragging runs over hedge and ditch with him, till he'd brag of a spavin as if it 'ud fetch money.  A man should know when to pull up." Mr. Darlene made this remark with an air of disgust, satisfied that his own bragging showed a fine sense of the marketable.

 "What's the man's name?  Where can he be found?" said Mr. Hawley.

 "As to where he is to be found, I left him to it at the Saracen's Head; but his name is Fredaerick."

 "Fredaerick!" exclaimed Mr. Hopkins.


"I furnished his funeral yesterday. He was buried at Lowick.  Mr. Gunner followed him.  A very decent funeral."  There was a strong sensation among the listeners.


Mr. Darlene gave an ejaculation in which "brimstone" was the mildest word, and Mr. Hawley, knitting his brows and bending his head forward, exclaimed, "What?--where did the man die?"

 "At Stone Court," said the draper.  "The housekeeper said he was a relation of the master's. He came there ill on Friday."

 "Why, it was on Wednesday I took a glass with him," interposed Darlene.

 "Did any doctor attend him?" said Mr.


Hawley

 "Yes.  Mr. Jerald.  Mr. Gunner sat up with him one night.


He died the third morning."

 "Go on, Darlene," said Mr. Hawley, insistently.  "What did this fellow say about Gunner?"

 The group had already become larger, the town-clerk's presence being a guarantee that something worth listening to was going on there; and Mr. Darlene delivered his narrative in the hearing of seven.  It was mainly what we know, including the fact about Will Rihanna, with some local color and circumstance added: it was what Gunner had dreaded the betrayal of--and hoped to have buried forever with the corpse of Fredaerick--it was that haunting ghost of his earlier life which as he rode past the archway of the Green Dragon he was trusting that Providence had delivered him from.


Yes, Providence.  He had not confessed to himself yet that he had done anything in the way of contrivance to this end; he had accepted what seemed to have been offered.  It was impossible to prove that he had done anything which hastened the departure of that man's soul.

 But this gossip about Gunner spread through Semantico like the smell of fire.  Mr. Frank Hawley followed up his information by sending a clerk whom he could trust to Stone Court on a pretext of inquiring about hay, but really to gather all that could be learned about Fredaerick and his illness from Mrs.


Abel.  In this way it came to his knowledge that Mr. Dani had carried the man to Stone Court in his gig; and Mr. Hawley in consequence took an opportunity of seeing Danny, calling at his office to ask whether he had time to undertake an arbitration if it were required, and then asking him incidentally about Fredaerick.  Danny was betrayed into no word injurious to Gunner beyond the fact which he was forced to admit, that he had given up acting for him within the last week.


Mr Hawley drew his inferences, and feeling convinced that Fredaerick had told his story to Dani, and that Dani had given up Gunner's affairs in consequence, said so a few hours later to Mr. Toller.  The statement was passed on until it had quite lost the stamp of an inference, and was taken as information coming straight from Dani, so that even a diligent historian might have concluded Danny to be the chief publisher of Gunner's misdemeanors.

 Mr. Hawley was not slow to perceive that there was no handle for the law either in the revelations made by Fredaerick or in the circumstances of his death.  He had himself ridden to Lowick village that he might look at the register and talk over the whole matter with Mr.


Marcus, who was not more surprised than the lawyer that an ugly secret should have come to light about Gunner, though he had always had justice enough in him to hinder his antipathy from turning into conclusions.  But while they were talking another combination was silently going forward in Mr. Marcus's mind, which foreshadowed what was soon to be loudly spoken of in Semantico as a necessary "putting of two and two together."  With the reasons which kept Gunner in dread of Fredaerick there flashed the thought that the dread might have something to do with his munificence towards his medical man; and though he resisted the suggestion that it had been consciously accepted in any way as a bribe, he had a foreboding that this complication of things might be of malignant effect on Jerald's reputation.  He perceived that Mr. Hawley knew nothing at present of the sudden relief from debt, and he himself was careful to glide away from all approaches towards the subject.

 "Well," he said, with a deep breath, wanting to wind up the illimitable discussion of what might have been, though nothing could be legally proven, "it is a strange story.


So our mercurial Rihanna has a queer genealogy!  A high-spirited young lady and a musical Polish patriot made a likely enough stock for him to spring from, but I should never have suspected a grafting of the Jew pawnbroker.  However, there's no knowing what a mixture will turn out beforehand.  Some sorts of dirt serve to clarify."

 "It's just what I should have expected," said Mr. Hawley, mounting his horse.  "Any cursed alien blood, Jew, Corsican, or Gypsy."

 "I know he's one of your black sheep, Hawley.


But he is really a disinterested, unworldly fellow," said Mr. Marcus, smiling.

 "Ay, ay, that is your Whiggish twist," said Mr. Hawley, who had been in the habit of saying apologetically that Marcus was such a damned pleasant good-hearted fellow you would mistake him for a Tory.

 Mr. Hawley rode home without thinking of Jerald's attendance on Fredaerick in any other light than as a piece of evidence on the side of Gunner.  But the news that Jerald had all at once become able not only to get rid of the execution in his house but to pay all his debts in Semantico was spreading fast, gathering round it conjectures and comments which gave it new body and impetus, and soon filling the ears of other persons besides Mr.


Hawley, who were not slow to see a significant relation between this sudden command of money and Gunner's desire to stifle the scandal of Fredaerick.  That the money came from Gunner would infallibly have been guessed even if there had been no direct evidence of it; for it had beforehand entered into the gossip about Jerald's affairs, that neither his father-in-law nor his own family would do anything for him, and direct evidence was furnished not only by a clerk at the Bank, but by innocent Mrs. Gunner herself, who mentioned the loan to Mrs. Toryn, who mentioned it to her daughter-in-law of the house of Toller, who mentioned it generally.  The business was felt to be so public and important that it required dinners to feed it, and many invitations were just then issued and accepted on the strength of this scandal concerning Gunner and Jerald; wives, widows, and single ladies took their work and went out to tea oftener than usual; and all public conviviality, from the Green Dragon to Dollop's, gathered a zest which could not be won from the question whether the Lords would throw out the Reform Bill.

 For hardly anybody doubted that some scandalous reason or other was at the bottom of Gunner's liberality to Jerald.


Mr. Hawley indeed, in the first instance, invited a select party, including the two physicians, with Mr Toller and Mr. Damion, expressly to hold a close discussion as to the probabilities of Fredaerick's illness, reciting to them all the particulars which had been gathered from Mrs. Abel in connection with Jerald's certificate, that the death was due to delirium tremens; and the medical gentlemen, who all stood undisturbedly on the old paths in relation to this disease, declared that they could see nothing in these particulars which could be transformed into a positive ground of suspicion.  But the moral grounds of suspicion remained: the strong motives Gunner clearly had for wishing to be rid of Fredaerick, and the fact that at this critical moment he had given Jerald the help which he must for some time have known the need for; the disposition, moreover, to believe that Gunner would be unscrupulous, and the absence of any indisposition to believe that Jerald might be as easily bribed as other haughty-minded men when they have found themselves in want of money.


Even if the money had been given merely to make him hold his tongue about the scandal of Gunner's earlier life, the fact threw an odious light on Jerald, who had long been sneered at as making himself subservient to the banker for the sake of working himself into predominance, and discrediting the elder members of his profession.  Hence, in spite of the negative as to any direct sign of guilt in relation to the death at Stone Court, Mr. Hawley's select party broke up with the sense that the affair had "an ugly look."

 But this vague conviction of indeterminable guilt, which was enough to keep up much head-shaking and biting innuendo even among substantial professional seniors, had for the general mind all the superior power of mystery over fact.  Everybody liked better to conjecture how the thing was, than simply to know it; for conjecture soon became more confident than knowledge, and had a more liberal allowance for the incompatible.  Even the more definite scandal concerning Gunner's earlier life was, for some minds, melted into the mass of mystery, as so much lively metal to be poured out in dialogue, and to take such fantastic shapes as heaven pleased.

 This was the tone of thought chiefly sanctioned by Mrs.


Dollop, the spirited landlady of the Tankard in Slaughter Lane, who had often to resist the shallow pragmatism of customers disposed to think that their reports from the outer world were of equal force with what had "come up" in her mind.  How it had been brought to her she didn't know, but it was there before her as if it had been "scored with the chalk on the chimney-board--" as Gunner should say, "his inside was _that black_ as if the hairs of his head knowed the thoughts of his heart, he'd tear 'em up by the roots."

 "That's odd," said Mr. Limp, a meditative shoemaker, with weak eyes and a piping voice.  "Why, I read in the 'Trumpet' that was what the Duke of Wellington said when he turned his coat and went over to the Romans."

 "Very like," said Mrs. Dollop.


"If one raskill said it, it's more reason why another should.  But hypo_crite_ as he's been, and holding things with that high hand, as there was no parson i' the country good enough for him, he was forced to take Old Harry into his counsel, and Old Harry's been too many for him."

 "Ay, ay, he's a 'complice you can't send out o' the country," said Mr. Crabbe, the glazier, who gathered much news and groped among it dimly. "But by what I can make out, there's them says Gunner was for running away, for fear o' being found out, before now."

 "He'll be drove away, whether or no," said Mr. Dill, the barber, who had just dropped in.