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Yes, to-morrow would make it all right. To-morrow he would see Min, and get her to tell him what in thunder the row was. She'd have to tell, for he could never find out. So he made up his mind to keep his soul in patience. That evening Hawbury was over at the Baron's quarters, by special invitation, and the Baron decided to ask his advice.
He was as tall as Lord Hawbury, but was broad-shouldered and massive. He had a big head, a big mustache, and a thick beard. His hair was dark, and covered his head in dense, bushy curls. His voice was loud, his manner abrupt, and he always sat bolt upright. "Any thing up, Sconey?" asked Lord Hawbury, after a pause, during which he had been languidly gazing at his friend.
"And what's more, old boy," said Hawbury, earnestly, "if they wanted a valiant, stout, true, honest, loyal soul, they needn't go further than Rufus K. Gunn, Baron de Atramonte." The Baron's face flushed. "Hawbury," said he, "that's good in you. We've tried one another, haven't we? You're a brick! And I don't need you to tell me what you think of me.
Lord Harry Hawbury had been wandering for three months on the Continent, and had finally found himself in Naples. It was always a favorite place of his, and he had established himself in comfortable quarters on the Strada Nuova, from the windows of which there was a magnificent view of the whole bay, with Vesuvius, Capri, Baiæ, and all the regions round about.
And look at me now, with the child-angel all ready to take me, and me not able to be taken. Confound the abominable complications of an accursed civilization, I say!" "And I say, Amen!" said Hawbury. "See here, old chap," said Hawbury, "I'm going to make a clean breast of it." "Of what?" "Of my affair." "That's right," said Dacres, dolefully. "I should like of all things to hear it."
When at length Ethel had explained the plan to Hawbury he made a few further objections, but finally declared himself ready to carry it out. The priest now began to put his project into execution. He had brought a screw-driver with him, and with this he took out the screws from the coffin one by one, as quietly as possible.
Once on the pampas, and I'll be a man again. I tell you what it is, I'll start to-morrow. What do you say? Come." "Oh no," said Hawbury, coolly; "I can't do that. I have business, you know." "Business?" "Oh yes, you know Ethel, you know." "By Jove! so you have. That alters the matter." "But in any case I wouldn't go, nor would you. I still am quite unable to understand you.
Midwinter drew his chair a little away from the window, and looked at the doctor attentively for the first time. "Was your father in your thoughts before you went to sleep?" pursued Mr. Hawbury. "Was there any description of him any portrait of him at home in your mind?" "Of course there was!" cried Allan, suddenly seizing the lost recollection.
Scone Dacres was several years older than Lord Hawbury. One evening Lord Hawbury had just finished his dinner, and was dawdling about in a listless way, when Dacres entered, quite unceremoniously, and flung himself into a chair by one of the windows. "Any Bass, Hawbury?" was his only greeting, as he bent his head down, and ran his hand through his bushy hair.
All was discovered except the mere fact of Hawbury's removal, and how long that would remain concealed she could not know. Every moment she expected to hear the cry of those who might discover the exchange. And Hawbury, so long lost, so lately found Hawbury, whom she had suspected of falsity so long and so long avoided, who now had proved himself so constant and so true what was his fate?
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