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A stone is there, which is the only earthly token of that great experience of all experiences which Campbell gained two years ago. A little silk bag was found, hung round his neck, and lying next his heart. He seemed to have expected his death; for he had put a label on it "To be sent to Viscount Scoutbush for Miss St. Just." Scoutbush sent it home to Valencia, who opened it, blind with tears.
"You think, then, sir, that you can, by simply writing, stop this intrigue?" The Major did not answer. He was deep in thought. "I shouldn't wonder if he did," said Scoutbush; "two to one on his baulking the plunger!" "She is at Lord 's now, at those silly private theatricals. Is he there?" "No," said Mellot; "he tried hard for an invitation stooped to work me and Sabina.
All the more reason for doing what good deeds you can before you go; for you may have no time left to do any on the other side of the sea." Scoutbush was silent awhile.
"He is neither! You are unjust, Scoutbush!" cried Valencia, looking up. "He is the very soul of honour. He might be rich now, and have had a fine living, if he had not been too conscientious to let his uncle buy him one; and that offended his uncle, and he would allow him nothing.
She had hurried out to Scutari, to nurse her brother; had seen there many a sight she best knows what she saw. She sent Scoutbush back to the Crimea, to try his chance once more; and then came home to be a mother to those three orphan children, from whom she vowed never to part.
The middle of August is come at last; and with it the solemn day on which Frederick Viscount Scoutbush may be expected to revisit the home of his ancestors. Elsley has gradually made up his mind to the inevitable, with a stately sulkiness: and comforts himself, as the time draws near, with the thought that, after all, his brother-in-law is not a very formidable personage.
"Serve the wretched stick right, at least," said Scoutbush. "What right had he to marry such a pretty woman?" "What right had they to marry her up to him?" said Claude. "I don't blame poor January. I suppose none of us, gentlemen, would have refused such a pretty toy, if we could have afforded it as he could." "Whom do you blame then?" asked Elsley.
As they came in, the maid came in also. "Mr. Thurnall wished to speak to Major Campbell." Campbell went out, and returned in two minutes somewhat hurriedly. "Mr. Thurnall wishes Lord Scoutbush to be informed at once, and I think it is better that you should all know it that it is a painful surprise: but there is a man ill in the street, whose symptoms he does not like, he says."
How horrible to have her eyes opened thus! To be torn and flung away from the bosom where she longed to rest! It could never happen to her. Of course her Frank was true, though all the world were false: but poor Lucia! She must go to her. This was mere selfishness at such a moment. "You will find Scoutbush, then!" "This moment. I will order the car now, if you will only eat. You must!"
The next morning's breakfast, therefore, was easy and gracious enough: and when it was over, and Lucia fled to household matters "You smoke, Vavasour?" asked Scoutbush. Vavasour did not smoke. "Really? I thought poets always smoked. You will not forbid my having a cigar in your garden, nevertheless, I suppose! Do walk round with me, too, and show me the place, unless you are going to be busy."
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