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What had become of Martin was not known. The natural assumption was that, his money being exhausted, he had returned to his calling, though his name, for some reason, could not be found in any ship's list. That he was one and the same with the man that Jetson had watched till the door of the Hepworths' house had closed upon him there could be no doubt.
The Longestaffes of Caversham, of which family Dolly Longestaffe was the eldest son and hope, had the name of great wealth, but the founder of the family had been a Lord Mayor of London and a chandler as lately as in the reign of Queen Anne. The Hepworths, who could boast good blood enough on their own side, had married into new money.
Roger Carbury, Esq., was Carbury of Carbury, a distinction of itself which, from its nature, could not belong to the Longestaffes and Primeros, which did not even belong to the Hepworths of Eardly. The very parish in which Carbury Hall stood, or Carbury Manor House, as it was more properly called, was Carbury parish.
The company's solicitor, with Hepworth's consent, acted for both parties. It was early in June when the Hepworths moved in. They furnished only one bedroom; and kept no servant, a charwoman coming in every morning and going away about six in the evening. Jetson was their nearest neighbour. His wife and daughters called on them, and confess to have taken a liking to them both.
Evidently it was the street for which he was looking. Jetson, somewhat curious, the Hepworths' house being still the only one occupied, paused at the corner, and watched. The Hepworths' house was, of course, the only one in the road that showed any light. The man, when he came to the gate, struck a match for the purpose of reading the number.
The charwoman usually employed by the Hepworths had not been admitted to the house on the morning of Mrs. Hepworth's departure. Mrs. Hepworth had met her at the door and paid her a week's money in lieu of notice, explaining to her that she would not be wanted any more.
She asked one or two questions about the man, and, during the evening, slipped out by herself and ran round to the Hepworths. She found the house empty. At all events, she could obtain no answer, and the place, back and front, seemed to her to be uncannily silent. Jetson called the next morning, something of his daughter's uneasiness having communicated itself to him. Mrs.
"Pictures are good ideas." "Yes, good enough, of course. But there's no fun in them." "That's the whole trouble with the Hepworths. They haven't any fun in them. Neither of them has a sense of humour. But that's good, too; for if one had and the other hadn't, they'd be miserable for life. But as it is they don't know what they miss." "No, they don't.
And I'll send you home early to-morrow morning." "No, I mustn't, really, Mona. I have to look after some things for the Happy Saturday Club, which it won't do to neglect. And I want to run over to Christine's to-morrow morning, too. I have some things to take to her." "Do you know, Patty, I think they're an awfully humdrum couple." "Who? The Hepworths?
It might, perhaps, be her duty to give herself to him without loving him, because he was so good; but she was sure that she did not love him. In the evening the bishop came, and his wife, Mrs Yeld, and the Hepworths of Eardly, and Father John Barham, the Beccles priest.
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