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Lothaw's heart was touched. His deeply religious convictions were impressed. He instantly went up to this gifted being, confessed, and received absolution. "To-morrow," he said to himself, "I will partake of the communion, and endow the Church with my vast estates. For the present I'll let the improved cottages go." As Lothaw turned to leave the Cardinal, he was struck by a beautiful face.
Perhaps your Lordship would like some ropes of pearls?" "About half a cable's length," said Lothaw, shortly, "and send them to my lodgings." Mr. Amethyst became thoughtful. "I am afraid I have not the exact number that is excuse me one moment. I will run over to the Tower and borrow a few from the crown jewels." And before Lothaw could prevent him, he seized his hat and left Lothaw alone.
The tyrant man succumbs." Lothaw could only press her hand. "Promise me one thing. Don't whatever you do become a Catholic." "Why?" "The Church does not recognize divorce. And now embrace me. I would prefer at this supreme moment to introduce myself to the next world through the medium of the best society in this. Good by. When I am dead, be good enough to inform my husband of the fact."
"The young ladies are in the garden," said the Duchess. "Don't you want to go and pick a rose?" she added with a gracious smile, and the nearest approach to a wink that was consistent with her patrician bearing and aquiline nose. Lothaw went and presently returned with the blushing Coriander upon his arm. "Bless you, my children," said the Duchess.
Who was this mysterious foreigner? He had heard from Lady Coriander of a certain Popish plot; but could he connect Mr. Camperdown with it? The spectacle of two hundred men at arms who advanced to meet him at the gates of The Mural Enclosure drove all else from the still youthful and impressible mind of Lothaw.
Yet Lothaw soon tired of the game, and after seriously damaging his aristocratically large foot in an attempt to "tight croquet" the Lady Aniseed's ball, he limped away to join the Duchess. "I'm going to the hennery," she said. "Let me go with you, I dearly love fowls broiled," he added, thoughtfully.
"I am; who is she?" "Her name is Mary Ann. She is married to an American, and has lately invented a new religion." "Ah!" said Lothaw eagerly, with difficulty restraining himself from rushing toward her. "Yes; shall I introduce you?" Lothaw thought of Lady Coriander's High Church proclivities, of the Cardinal, and hesitated: "No, I thank you, not now." Lothaw was maturing.
"But your Grace," interposed Lothaw, who was still quite young, and had dropped on all-fours on the carpet in search of the missing gem, "consider the value " "Dear friend," interposed the Duchess, with infinite tact, gently lifting him by the tails of his dress-coat, "I am waiting for your arm." Lothaw was immensely rich.
"Enough, my lord," said Mr. Amethyst, with a low bow; "we never search the aristocracy." As Lothaw left Mr. Amethyst's, he ran against General Camperdown. "How is Mary Ann?" he asked hurriedly. "I regret to state that she is dying," said the General, with a grave voice, as he removed his cigar from his lips, and lifted his hat to Lothaw. "Dying!" said Lothaw incredulously.
"If you please, I should like to become a Pagan," said Lothaw, one day, after listening to an impassioned discourse on Greek art from the lips of his host. But that night, on consulting a well-known spiritual medium, Lothaw received a message from the late Mrs. General Camperdown, advising him to return to England. Two days later he presented himself at Plusham.
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