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Those who had only heard of it were equally anxious to look on and learn. Even toward the latter end of the nineteenth century the youths and maidens of Society can still be in earnest when the object in view is a new dance. What would Major Hynd have said if he had seen Romayne turn into one of the recesses of the conservatory, in which there was a seat which just held two?
He desires to remain unknown; and he is kindly content, for the present, to be represented by me." "For the present." Major Hynd repeated. A faint flush passed over her delicate complexion. "I have succeeded," she resumed, "in inducing Madame Marillac to accept the help offered through me to her son. The poor creature is safe, under kind superintendence, in a private asylum.
"You know him!" cried Stella. Lady Loring had placed herself in an awkward position. Her husband had described to her his interview with Major Hynd, and had mentioned his project for bringing Romayne and Stella together, after first exacting a promise of the strictest secrecy from his wife.
Romayne's weary eyes brightened faintly. In his desolate position, Father Benwell was the one friend on whom he could rely. Penrose was far away; the Lorings had helped to keep him deceived; Major Hynd had openly pitied and despised him as a victim to priestcraft. "Can you go with me at any time?" he asked. "Have you no duties that keep you in England?"
I never tell lees. 'Whaur's Shargar? What for doesna he come till 's mither? 'He's hynd awa' ower the seas a captain o' sodgers. 'It's a lee. He's an ill-faured scoonrel no to come till 's mither an' bid her gude-bye, an' her gaein' to hell. 'Gin ye speir at Christ, he'll tak ye oot o' the verra mou' o' hell, wuman. 'Christ! wha's that? Ow, ay! It's him 'at they preach aboot i' the kirks.
"In silence." "Not a word even to you?" "Not a word." At that reply, the servant interrupted them by announcing the arrival of a visitor, and presenting his card. Lord Loring started, and handed it to his wife. The card bore the name of "Major Hynd," and this line was added in pencil: "On business connected with Mr. Romayne." "Show him in directly!" cried Lady Loring. Lord Loring remonstrated.
"I am obliged to leave London again to-day," the Major replied; "but on my return I will certainly follow your ladyship's advice." "And you will let us know the result?" "With the greatest pleasure." Major Hynd took his leave. "I think you will be responsible for wasting the Major's time," said Lord Loring, when the visitor had retired. "I think not," said Lady Loring. She rose to leave the room.
Tranquilized so far, Lady Loring bethought herself next of Major Hynd. "Can we tell him what you have done?" her ladyship asked. "Of course we can tell him," Stella replied. "I shall conceal nothing from Lord Loring, and I shall beg your good husband to write to the Major.
When I tell you I have been better lately, you ought to know what it means." "Any discoverable reason for the improvement?" persisted the Major, still bent on getting evidence in support of his own private conclusions. "None!" Romayne answered sharply. But Major Hynd was not to be discouraged by sharp replies.
"My dear! perhaps I had better see this gentleman alone?" "Certainly not unless you wish to drive me into committing an act of the most revolting meanness! If you send me away I shall listen at the door." Major Hynd was shown in, and was duly presented to Lady Loring.
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