A DEVOTEE  MARY CHOLMONDELEY  AUTHOR OF “ DIANA TEMPEST , '“ SIR CHARLES DANVERS , ' AND “ THE DANVERS JEWELS ”  SECOND EDITION  EDWARD ARNOLD  1897  All rights reserved  FLORIE ,  UPON WHOSE KIND STRONG HAND  I HAVE SO OFTEN LEANT .  “ That day is sure , Though not perhaps this week , nor month , nor year , When your great love shall clean forgotten be , And my poor tenderness shall yet endure . ” Wilfrid S. Blunt .  CHAPTER I .  “ Yet to be loved makes not to love again ; Not at my years , however it hold in youth . ” Tennyson .  The cathedral was crammed .  The tall slender arches seemed to spring out of a vast sea of human heads .  The orchestra and chorus had gradually merged into one person : one shout of praise , one voice of prayer , one wail of terror .  The Elijah was in mid-career , sailing like a man-of-war upon the rushing waves of music .  And presently there was a hush , and out of the hush a winged voice arose , as a lark rises out of a meadow , singing as it rises :  “ O rest in the Lord , wait patiently for Him , and He shall give thee thy heart 'sdesire .  ”  The lark dropped into its nest again .  The music swept thundering upon its way , and a large tear fell unnoticed from a young girl 'seyes on to the bare slim hand which held her score .  The score quivered ; the slender willowy figure quivered in its setting of palest violet and white draperies threaded with silver .  Only a Frenchwoman could have dared to translate a child 'sposy of pale blue and white violets , tied with a silver string , into a gown ; but Sibyl Carruthers 'dressmaker was an artist in her way , and took an artist 'slicense , and the half-mourning which she had designed for the great heiress was in colouring what a bereaved butterfly might have worn .  Miss Carruthers was called beautiful .  Perhaps she was beautiful for an heiress , but she was certainly not , in reality , any prettier than many hundreds of dowerless girls who had never been considered more than good-looking .  Her delicate features were too irregular , in spite of their obvious high breeding ; her figure was too slight ; her complexion was too faintly tinted for regular beauty .  But she had something of the evanescent charm of a four-petalled dog-rose newly blown — exquisite , ethereal , but as if it might fall in a moment .  This aspect of fragility was heightened by what women noticed about her first , namely , her gossamer gown with its silver gleam , and by what men noticed about her first — her gray eyes , pathetic , eager , shy by turns , always lovely , but hinting of a sword too sharp for its slender sheath , of an ardent spirit whose grasp on this world was too slight .  And as the music passed over her young untried soul , she sat motionless , her hands clasping the score .  She heard nothing of it , but it accompanied the sudden tempest of passion which was shaking her , as wind accompanies storm .  The voice of the song had stirred an avalanche of emotion .  “ And I will give thee thy heart 'sdesire .  ”  She knew nothing about waiting patiently , but her heart 'sdesire — she must have it .  She could not live without it .  Her whole soul went out in an agony of prayer to the God who gives and who withholds to accord her this one petition — to be his wife .  She repeated it over and over again .  To be near him , to see him day by day — nothing else , nothing else !  This one thing , without which , poor child !  she thought she could not live .  It seemed to Sibyl that she was falling at God 'sfeet in the whirlwind , and refusing to let Him go until He granted her prayer .  But would He grant it ?  Her heart sank .  Despair rushed in upon her like a flood at the bare thought of its refusal , and she caught yet again at the only hope left to her — a desperate appeal to the God who gives and who withholds .  Presently it was all over , and they were going out .  “ We were to wait for the others here , ” said Peggy , the girl who had been sitting with Sibyl , as they emerged into the sun shine with the crowd .  “ Mother and Mr. Doll were just behind us .  ”  Lady Pierpoint , Sibyl 'saunt , presently joined them with Mr. Doll Loftus , an irreproachable-looking , unapproachable-looking fair young man , who , it was whispered , was almost too smart to live , but who nevertheless bore himself with severe simplicity .  He went up to Sibyl with some diffidence .  “ You are tired , ” he said anxiously .  Doll 'sremarks were considered banal in the extreme by some women , but others who admired fair hair and pathetic eyes found a thoughtful beauty in them .  It would be difficult from her manner to infer which class of sentiments this particular remark awoke in Sibyl .  “ Music always tires me , ” she replied , without looking at him , dropping her white eyelids .  “ Are we all here ?  ” said Lady Pierpoint .  “ Peggy , and Sibyl — my dear , how tired you look !  — and myself , and you , Mr. Doll ; that is only four , and " we are seven .  " Ah !  here come Mr. and Mrs. Cathcart .  Now we only want Mr. Loftus .  ”  “ The Dean caught him in the doorway , ” said Doll .  “ He is coming now .  ”  The tall thin figure of an elder man was slowly crossing the angular patch of sunshine where the cathedral had not cast its great shadow .  The nobility of his bearing seemed to appeal to the crowd .  They made way for him instinctively , as if he were some distinguished personage .  He was accompanied by a robust clerical figure with broad calves .  “ Mr. Loftus makes everyone else look common , ” said Peggy plaintively .  “ It is the only unkind thing I know about him .  I thought the Dean quite dignified-looking while we were at luncheon at the Deanery , but now he looks like a pork-butcher .  I 'mnot going to walk within ten yards of Mr. Loftus , mummy , or I shall be taken for a parlourmaid having her day out .  I think , Sibyl , you are the only one who can afford to go with him .  ”  But Doll thought differently , and it was he and Sibyl who walked the short distance to the station together through the flag-decked streets in the brilliant September sunshine .  People turned to glance at them as they passed .  They made a striking-looking couple .  Mr. Loftus , following slowly at a little distance with Lady Pierpoint , looked affectionately at the back of his young cousin , who was also his heir , and said to her , with a smile :  “ I wish it could be .  Doll is a good fellow .  ”  “ I wish indeed it could , ” said Lady Pierpoint earnestly , with the slight slackening of reserve which is often observable in the atmosphere on the last afternoon of a visit with a purpose .  Lady Pierpoint had not come to spend a whole week with a Sunday in it with Mr. Loftus at Wilderleigh for nothing .  And she was aware that neither had she and her niece and daughter been invited for that long period without a cause .  But the week ended with the following morning , and she sighed .  She had daughters of her own coming on , as well as her dear snub-nosed Peggy , who was already out , and it was natural to wish that the re sponsibility of this delicate , emotional creature , with her great wealth , might be taken from her and placed in safe hands .  She thought Doll was safe .  Perhaps the wish was father , or rather aunt , to the thought .  But it was no doubt the truest epithet that could be applied to the young man .  It was a matter of opinion whether he was exhaustingly dull in conversation or extraordinarily interesting , but he certainly was safe .  He belonged to that class of our latter-day youth of whom it may be predicted , with some confidence , that they will never cause their belongings a moment 'suneasiness ; who may be trusted never to do anything very right or very wrong ; who will get on tolerably well in any position , and with any woman , provided there are means to support it and — her ; who have enough worldliness to marry money , and enough good feeling to make irreproachable husbands afterwards ; in short , the kind of young men who are invented by Providence on purpose to marry heiresses , and who , if they fall below their vocation , dwindle , when their youth is over , into the padded impecunious bores of society .  There was a short journey by rail through the hop country .  Sibyl watched the rows of hops in silence .  Cowardice has its sticking-point as well as courage , and she was undergoing the miserable preliminary tremors by which that point is reached .  Mr. Loftus , sitting opposite her , and observing her fixity of gaze , glanced at her rather wistfully from time to time .  He saw something was working in her mind .  He looked tired , and in the strong afternoon light his grave , lined face seemed more worn and world-weary than ever .  He had the look of a man who had long outlived all personal feeling , and who to-day had been remembering his youth .  The Wilderleigh omnibus and Doll 'sspider-wheeled dogcart were waiting at the little roadside station , which was so small that the train very nearly overlooked it , and had to be backed .  Doll was already holding the wheel to protect Sibyl 'sgown as she got up , and looking towards her , and Lady Pierpoint was hurrying Peggy , who had expressed a hankering after the dogcart , into the omnibus , when Mr. Loftus observed that he thought he would walk up .  Sibyl 'sface changed .  “ May I walk up with you ?  ” she asked instantly .  Mr. Loftus looked disappointed ; everybody looked disappointed .  Lady Pierpoint put her head out , and said :  “ My dear child , the drive in the open air will refresh you ; you are looking tired .  ”  “ May I go in the dogcart if Sibyl does n't want to ?  ” put in Peggy in an audible aside to her mother .  “ I think you are tired , ” said Mr. Loftus , looking at Sibyl and shaking his head .  “ And , ” he added in a lower voice , “ Doll will be much disappointed .  ”  A faint colour covered her face , which quivered as she turned it towards him .  “ Let me walk up with you , ” she said again , with a tremor in her voice .  He met her appealing eyes with gentle scrutiny .  “ It is not far , ” he said aloud ; “ not more than half a mile through the park .  I will take care of her , Lady Pierpoint .  We shall be at Wilderleigh almost as soon as you are .  ”  “ Oh , mummy , may I go in the dogcart now ?  ” implored Peggy from the depths of the omnibus .  And Mr. Loftus and Sibyl set out together .  They were in the park in a few minutes , and were walking down towards Wilderleigh , on the opposite side of the river , an old house of weather-beaten gray stone , of twisted chimneys and uneven roofs and pointed gables , with quaint carved finials , standing above its terraces and its long stone balustrade .  The sun was setting in a sky of daffodil behind the tall top-heavy elms of the rookery and the tower of the village church .  Little fleets of clouds lay motionless in high heaven , looking towards the west .  The land in its long shadows dreamed of peace .  The old house beyond the river was in shadow already .  So was the river .  “ Sometimes , ” said Mr. Loftus to himself , “ a young girl feels more able to confide in an old friend than a relation .  She has often talked to me before .  Perhaps she is going to do so again .  ” And he felt comforted about Doll and the dogcart .  Presently as he glanced at her , wondering at her continued silence , he saw that she was greatly agitated .  “ Something troubles you , ” he said gently .  She looked at him half in terror , as if deprecating his anger .  They were walking down a narrow ride in the tall bracken .  A trunk of a tree lay near the path among the yellowing fern .  He led her to it and sat down by her , looking at her with painful anxiety and with a sense of growing fatigue .  Emotion of any kind exhausted him .  If it had not been for Doll , he would have dropped the subject , but for his sake he made an effort .  “ Tell me , ” he said , and he took her thin young hand and held it in his thin older hand .  It was the last afternoon ; both were conscious of it .  She trembled very much , but she did not speak .  His heart sank .  “ You wish to tell me something about Doll , perhaps , ” he said at last .  “ Do not be afraid of paining me by talking of it .  You like him , perhaps , but not enough , and you are grieved because you see how much he loves you .  Is that it ?  ”  “ I do n't like him , ” gasped Sibyl .  “ I have never thought about it .  That is only Aunt Marion .  ”  Mr. Loftus sighed , and his gray cheek blanched a little .  He had built much on the hope of this marriage .  He had a tender regard for Sibyl , whose emotional and impulsive nature appealed to him , and filled him with apprehension as for a butterfly in a manufactory , which may injure itself any moment .  And he knew Doll was genuinely in love with her .  It would be grievous if she were married for her money .  And Wilderleigh was dying stone by stone and acre by acre for want of that money .  As he looked mournfully at Sibyl , an expression came into her wide eyes like that which he had seen in the eyes of some timid wild animal brought to bay .  He recognised that , like a shy bird near its nest , she was defending in impotent despair of broken white wings something which was part of her life , which was going from her , which he was taking away .  “ It is you I love , ” she said , and her small hand ceased trembling and became cold in his .  For a moment both were stunned alike , and then some of the grayness of age and suffering crept suddenly from his face to hers as she felt his hand involuntarily slacken its clasp of hers .  “ My child , ” he said at last , with great difficulty and with greater tenderness , “ it is very many years since I gave up all thought of marriage .  I am old enough to be your — — ” He might have said “ grandfather ” with truth .  He meant to say it , but as he approached the word he could not wound her with it .  “ I know , ” she interrupted hurriedly .  “ I do n't mind .  That is nothing to me .  ”  “ And my life , ” he said , “ what little there is left of it , hangs by a thread .  ”  “ I know , ” she said again — “ I have thought of that .  I have thought of nothing but you since I first met you a year ago .  But if I might only love and serve you and be with you !  And I am so rich , too .  If I might only take away those money troubles which you once spoke of long ago !  If I might only give you everything I have !  The money is the smallest part of it — oh , such a little , little part compared to — — ” And she looked imploringly at him .  He was deeply moved .  “ My child , ” he said again , and the ominous repetition of the word shook her fragile edifice of hopes to its brittle foundation , “ you have always looked upon me as a friend , have you not ?  ”  She shook her head .  “ Well , then , ” he added , correcting himself , “ as one who cared for and understood you , and whose earnest wish was to see you happy ?  ”  She did not answer .  He had known difficult hours , but none more difficult than this .  He felt as if he were trying with awkward hands to hold a butterfly without injuring it , in order to release it from the pane of glass against which it was beating its butterfly heart out .  “ To see you happy , ” he went on , with authority as well as tenderness in his level voice .  “ I should never see that ; I should have no real ” — he hesitated — “ affection for you at all if I allowed you to make such a woeful mistake in your early youth before you know what love and life are .  They are terrible things , Sibyl ; I have known them .  This beautiful generous feeling which you have for me is not love , and I should be base indeed to allow you to wreck your life upon it , your youth upon the rock of my age .  You offer you know not what ; you would sacrifice you know not what .  ” He smiled gravely at her , endeavouring to soothe her growing agitation .  “ It would be like taking the Koh-i-Noor out of the hand of a child .  I could not do it .  ”  Her mind was in too great a tumult wholly to understand him , but one thing was clear to her , namely , that he was refusing to marry her .  She snatched her hands out of his , and , starting wildly to her feet with an inarticulate cry , ran a short distance and flung herself down on her face among the bracken .  He looked after her , but he did not follow her .  He could do no more , and a sense of exhaustion and distress was upon him .  He had been clumsy .  He had hurt the poor butterfly , after all .  He sat a long time on the tree-trunk , the low sunshine on his worn , patient face , on which the refinement of suffering and of thought had set their indelible stamp .  And now the thin high features wore a new look of present distress over the old outlived troubles , a new look which anyone who really loved him would have been heart-stricken to have called into it .  But when love ceases to wound its object , and bears its own cross , it has ceased to be young .  As he sat motionless the sun sank .  Far in the amber west the heavens had opened in an agony of glory .  The knotted arms of the great oaks , upraised like those of Moses and his brethren , shone red as flame against the darkness of the forest .  The first hint of chill after the great heat came into the still air .  Mr. Loftus rose and went slowly towards the prostrate figure in its delicate gleaming gown .  “ Sibyl , ” he said gently , but with authority , “ you must get up .  I see Doll and your cousin coming up the glade to meet us .  ”  Sibyl started violently and raised herself , turning a white , hopeless face towards him .  Her entire self-abandonment , which would have brought acute humiliation to another woman , brought none to her .  Her despair was too complete to admit of any other feeling .  “ Like a child 's, ” he thought , as he looked at her sorrowing .  He helped her to smooth her gown , and he set her hat straight , and took some pieces of dried bracken out of her crumpled shining hair .  She let him do it , neither helping nor hindering him .  She evidently did not care what impression might be made on the minds of the two young people leisurely approaching them .  She would have lain on the ground if it had been a bog instead of dry turf until the ice fit of despair had passed .  His thoughtfulness for her , and the ashen tint of his face , were nothing to her , any more than the moonshine is to the child who has cried for the moon and has been denied it .  At Mr. Loftus 'sbidding they went slowly to meet the others .  “ Doll , ” said Mr. Loftus , lingering behind as Peggy and Sibyl walked on together , “ give me your arm .  I feel ill. ”  “ Wo n't she have me ?  ” said Doll , biting his lip .  “ No , my poor boy , she wo n't .  ”  CHAPTER II .  “ But we are tired . At Life 'scrude hands We ask no gift she understands ; But kneel to him she hates to crave The absolution of the grave . ” Mathilde Blind .  The laws of attraction remain a mystery .  Their results we see .  Glimpses of their workings can occasionally be caught in their broken fragments .  But the curve by which the circle may be drawn is nowhere to be found among those fragments .  The first cause we cannot see .  With sacrilegious hands we may rend the veil of its temple in the sacred name of truth , but we shall find nothing in its holy of holies save the bloodstains of generations of sacrifices on its empty altar , and the place where the ark has been .  Youth , beauty , wit — all these attract ; but they are only the momentary disciples of a great master , and their power is from him .  In his name they perform a few works , and cast out a few small devils .  But now and again a nature appears in our midst in the presence of which youth sinks its voice , and beauty pales and hangs its head , and wit bends its knee in reverence .  What talisman had Mr. Loftus brought into the world with him that disinterested love and devotion should with one exception have followed him all the days of his life ?  But whether it had been given to him at his birth , or he had found it alone upon the hillside , or Sorrow , who has many treasures in her lap , but will never give them to those who turn from her , gave it to him when he kissed her hand — however this may have been , he had it .  He had gone through his difficult life little realizing how much he owed to the impersonal love and respect which he inspired in men and women , as a beautiful woman seldom realizes how life has been coloured for her by the colour of her hair and eyes .  His poetic exalted nature , with its tender affections , its deep passions , with its refinement and its delicacy of feeling , too sensitive to bear contact with this rough world , and yet not content to dwell apart from awkward fellow-creatures who wounded when they touched it , had leaned twice on the frail reed of personal love , and twice it had pierced his hand .  After the second time he withdrew his scarred hand in silence , and journeyed on with it in his bosom .  In the days of his youth he had been swept into the vortex of a deep passion which for the time engulfed his whole being .  His early marriage and his romantic love , and his young wife 'sdesertion of him , consumed like a rolling prairie-fire his early life .  But he had emerged with the mark of fire upon him , and had taken up life again , and had made a career for himself in the world of politics .  And he had reached middle age , he was a grave man with gray in his hair , before love came to him the second time .  How he fared the second time no man knew ; but afterwards the love of woman , deep-rooted though it was , died down in Mr. Loftus 'sheart .  He went quietly on his way , but the way wearied him .  He confided in no one , for he was burdened with many confidences , and those on whom others lean can seldom find a hand to lean on in their greater weakness and their deeper troubles .  But his physical health wavered .  At last his heart became affected , and after a few warnings he was obliged to give up public life .  He ceased to be in authority , but he remained an authority , and so lived patiently on from year to year on the verge of the grave , aware that at any moment the next step might be across its brink .  He had spoken the bare truth to Sibyl when he told her that his life hung by a thread .  That this is so with all human life is a truism to which we all agree , but which none of us believe .  But in his case the sword of Damocles was visible in the air above him .  He never took for granted , if he went out for a walk , that he should return ; and on this particular May afternoon , as he looked out from a friend 'shouse in Park Lane across the street to the twinkle of green and the coloured bands of hyacinths beyond the railings , he locked his writing-table drawer from force of long habit , and burned the letters he had just read as carefully as if he were going on a long journey , instead of a short stroll across the park to Lady Pierpoint 'shouse in Kensington .  It was a heavy trouble that he had just locked into the writing-table drawer — nothing less than the sale of Wilderleigh , which he and Doll , after much laying together of the gray head and the brown one , had both come to the conclusion could not be staved off any longer .  For the newly-imposed death-duties and the increasing pressure of taxation on land , in the teeth of increasing agricultural depression , had been the death-blow of Wilderleigh , as of so many other quiet country homes and their owners .  The new aristocracy of the ironmaster and the cheesemonger and the brewer had come to the birth , and the old must give way before the power of their money .  Mr. Loftus accepted the inevitable , and Wilderleigh was to be sold .  He did not know for certain where Lady Pierpoint was to be found , but he would try the little house in Kensington .  He had seen her driving alone the previous day , and he knew that she had quite recently returned with her daughter and niece from Egypt , where they had spent the winter months .  Something in the glimpse of her passing face yesterday had awakened in him a vague suspicion that she was in trouble .  She looked older and grayer , and why was she alone ?  He took up his hat and , entering the Park , struck across the grass in the direction of the Albert Memorial , blinking in all its gilt in the afternoon sun .  The blent green and gray of a May day in London had translated the prose of the Park into poetry .  Here in the very heart of the vast machine , Spring had ventured to alight for a moment , undisturbed by the distant roar of dusty struggling life all round her .  The new leaves on the smoke-black branches of the trees were for a moment green as those unfolding in country lanes .  Smoke-black among the silvery grass men lay strewn in the sunshine , looking like cast-off rags flung down , outworn by humanity , whose great pulse was throbbing so near at hand .  Across the tender beauty of the young year fell the shadow of crime and exhaustion , and “ the every-day tragedy of the cheapness of man .  ”  The shadow fell on Mr. Loftus 'smind , and he had well-nigh reached Lady Pierpoint 'sdoor before his thoughts returned to her and to her niece , Sibyl Carruthers .  “ Pretty , delicate , impulsive creature , so generous , so ignorant , so full of the ephemeral enthusiasms of youth which have no staying power .  The real enthusiasms of life are made of sterner stuff than she , poor child !  guesses .  What will become of her ?  What man in the future will take her ardent , fragile devotion , and hold it without breaking it , and bask in the green springtide of her love without desecrating it , like those poor outcasts in the Park ?  ”  Lady Pierpoint was at home , and he was presently ushered into the drawing-room , where she was sitting in her walking things .  The room was without flowers , without books , without any of the small landmarks of occupation .  It had evidently been arranged only for the briefest stay , and had as little welcome in it as a narrow mind .  Lady Pierpoint , pouring tea out of a metal teapot into an enormous teacup , looked also as if she were on the point of departure .  She greeted him cordially , and sent for another cup .  A further glance showed him that she looked worn and harassed .  Her cheerful motherly face was beginning to droop like a mastiff 'sat the corners of the mouth , in the manner in which anxiety cruelly writes itself on plump middle-aged faces .  “ I am not really visible , ” she said , smiling , as she handed him the large cup which matched her own .  “ I cannot bring forth butter in a lordly dish , as you perceive , for everything is locked up .  I am here only for two days , cook-hunting .  ”  Mr. Loftus had intended to ask after Sibyl , but he asked after Peggy instead .  “ She is quite well , ” said Lady Pierpoint .  “ She is always well , I am thankful to say .  I have another Peggy coming out this year — Molly — perhaps you remember her ; but how to bring her to London this season I do n't know .  I have hardly seen anything of her all last winter , poor child !  as I was in Egypt with Sibyl .  I have only just returned to England .  ”  “ And Miss Carruthers ?  ” he said , examining his metal teaspoon ; “ will not she be in London with you this season , with your own daughters ?  ”  “ No , ” said Lady Pierpoint , looking narrowly at him ; “ Sibyl is ill. I have been very anxious about her all the winter .  I greatly fear that she will sink into a decline .  You know , her sister died of consumption a year or two ago .  ”  Mr. Loftus looked blankly at Lady Pierpoint .  “ Sibyl !  ” he said — “ ill ?  Oh , surely there is some mistake ?  What do the doctors say ?  ”  “ They all say the same thing , ” said Lady Pierpoint , her lips quivering .  “ She had a cough last winter , and she is naturally delicate , but there is no actual disease as yet .  But if she continues in this morbid state of health — if she goes on as she is at present — they say it will end in that .  ”  Mr. Loftus was silent .  Lady Pierpoint looked at his unconscious , saddened , world-weary face , and clasped her hands tightly together .  “ Mr. Loftus , ” she said , “ I am going to put a great strain on our friendship , and if I lose it , I must lose it .  I have been thinking of writing to you , but I could not .  I had thought of asking you to come and see me while I was alone here , but my courage failed me .  But now that you have come by what is called chance , I dare not be a coward any longer .  Sibyl has told me of what passed last summer between you and her .  ”  A faint colour came into Mr. Loftus 'spale face .  He kept his eyes on the floor .  “ I think , ” he said gently , but with a touch of reserve in his voice which did not escape his companion , “ we must both forget that as completely as she herself has probably already forgotten it .  ”  “ She has not forgotten it , ” said Lady Pierpoint , ignoring , though with a pang , his evident wish to dismiss the subject .  “ It is that which is causing her ill-health .  She can think of nothing else .  Some of us , ” she said sadly , “ are so constituted that we can bear trouble and disappointment — others ca n't .  This poor child , who has cried for the moon , is not mentally and physically strong enough to bear the disappointment of being denied it .  And the doctors say that her life is dependent on her happiness .  ”  Mr. Loftus rose , and paced up and down the room .  She dared not look at him .  Presently he stopped , and , with his face turned away , said with emotion :  “ But the moon is a dreary place if it is seen as it is , with its extinct volcanoes and its ice-fields .  Nothing lives there .  The fire in it is burnt out , and there is snow over the ashes .  It is only in the eyes of a child that the moon is bright .  We elders know that it is dark and desolate .  ”  Lady Pierpoint was awed .  She had known Mr. Loftus for twenty years .  He had been kind to her in the early years of her widowhood , and in the later ones had helped on her boys by his influence in high quarters .  She had often told him of her difficulties , but she had never till now heard him speak of himself .  Her great admiration for him , which was of a humbler kind than Sibyl 's, led her to say : “ It is not only in the child 'seyes that the moon is bright .  ”  She might have added with truth that in her own middle-aged eyes it was bright , too .  “ I greatly honoured you when Sibyl told me about it , ” she continued , after a long pause .  “ It is because I have entire trust in you that I have told you the truth about this poor child , who is as dear to me as my own , though I hope my own will face life more bravely .  Should you , after reflection , feel able to do her this — this — great kindness , I hope you will come and stay with us at Abergower for Whitsuntide .  But — I shall not expect you , and I shall not mention to anyone that I have asked you .  ”  She rose and held out her hand .  She looked tired .  He held it a moment , and she endeavoured to read the grave , inscrutable glance that met hers , but she could not .  “ Thank you , ” he said , and went away .  “ How dare she think of him ?  ” said Lady Pierpoint to herself .  CHAPTER III .  “ L “ amour est une source naïve , partie de son lit de cresson , de fleurs , de gravier , qui , rivière , qui , fleuve , change de nature et d “ aspect à chaque flot . ” — De Balzac .  In England Spring is a poem .  In the Highlands of Scotland she has the intensity of a passion .  The crags and steeps are possessed by her ; they stand transfigured like a stern man in the eyes of his bride .  And here in these solemn depths and lonely heights , as nowhere else , shy Spring abandons herself , secure in the fastnesses where her every freak is loved .  She sets the broom ablaze among the gray rocks , yellow along the river 'sedge , yet hardly yellower than the leaves on the young oak just above .  The larches hear her voice , and hundred by hundred peep over each other 'sheads upon the hillside , all a-tremble with fairy green .  The shoots of the dwarf cherry , scattered wide upon the uplands , are pink among the grass .  The primroses are everywhere , though it is Whitsuntide — behind the stones , among the broom , beside the little tumbling streams , in every crevice , and on every foothold .  The mountain-ash holds its white blossoms aloft in its careful spreading fingers .  Even the silver birch forgets its sadness while spring reigns in Scotland .  There are those to whom she speaks of love , but there are many more to whom she whispers , “ Be comforted .  ” When hope leaves us , it is well to go out into the woods and listen to what Spring has to say .  Though life is gray , the primroses are coming up all the same , and the young shafts of the bluebell pierce the soft earth in spite of our heartache .  A hedge-sparrow has built him a house in the nearest tangle of white hawthorn .  There will be children 'svoices in it presently .  Be comforted .  Hope is gone , but not lost .  You shall meet her again in the faces of the children , God 'sother primroses .  She is not lost .  She has only taken her hand out of yours .  Be comforted .  But Sibyl refused to be comforted .  Her love for Mr. Loftus , if small things may be called by large names , was the first violent emotion of a feeble and impulsive mind in a feeble body , both swayed by veering influences , both shaken by the changing currents of early womanhood , as a silver birch is shaken with its leaves .  A woman with a deeper heart , and with a slight perception of Mr. Loftus 'scharacter , would have reverently folded her devotion in her heart and have gone on her way ennobled by it .  But with Sibyl , to admire anything was to wish to possess it ; to tire of anything was to cast it away .  Mr. Loftus was in her eyes without an equal in the world .  Therefore — the reasoning from her point of view was conclusive — she must marry him .  She had no knowledge , she had not even a glimpse , of the gulf of feeling , far wider than the gulf of years , which separated him from her .  She imagined no one appreciated him , or entered into the dark places of his mind , as she did .  She mistook his patient comprehension of her trivial aspirations , and his unfailing kindness to all young and crude ideas , for the perfect sympathy of two kindred souls , and was wont to speak mysteriously to Peggy of how minds that were really related drew each other out and enriched each other .  It is always a dangerous experiment to awaken a sleeping soul to the pageant of life .  Mr. Loftus had endeavoured to do this for Sibyl , consciously , gently , with great care , out of the mixed admiration and pity with which she inspired him , in the hope that , in later years , when her feet would be swept from under her , she might find something to cling to , amid the wreck of happiness which his dispassionate gaze foresaw that she would one day achieve out of her life .  He had run the risk which all who would fain help others must be content to run — the risk that their work will be thrown away .  He saw that the little rock-pool which reflected his own face was shallow , but he had not gauged the measure of its shallowness .  His deep enthusiasms , tried and tempered before she was born , weary now with his own weariness , aroused hers as the Atlantic wave , sweeping up the rocks , just reaches and arouses the rock-pool , and sends a flight of ripples over it , which , if you look very close , break in mimic waves against the further edge .  And before the thunder of the wave is silent the pool is glass once more .  On natures like these the only influence which can make any impression is a personal one .  It is overwhelming while it lasts ; but it is the teacher who is every thing — the teaching is nothing .  And when he is removed , they passively drift under another personal influence , as under another wave , and the work of the first , the foundation patiently and lovingly built in its pretty yellow sand , is swept away , or remains in futile fragments , as a mark of the folly of one who built on sand .  Certain strong , abiding principles Mr. Loftus had sought to instil into Sibyl 'smind .  She had perceived their truth and beauty ; but she cared nothing for them in reality , and had fallen at the feet of the man who had awakened those exquisite feelings in her .  And now either she would not , or could not , get up .  She clung to her imaginary passion with all the obstinacy which is inherent in weak natures .  The disappointment had undermined her delicately-poised health .  As she walked down towards the Spey alone on this particular June afternoon , she looked more fragile and ethereal than ever .  The faint colour had gone from her cheek , and with it half her evanescent prettiness had departed .  Her slight , willowy figure seemed to have no substance beneath the many folds of white material in which her despairing dressmaker had draped her .  With the suicidal recklessness of youth , she made no attempt to turn her mind to other thoughts , but pondered instead upon her trouble , with the unreasoning rebellion against it with which , in early life , we all meet these friends in disguise .  She picked her way down the steep hillside , through the wakened broom and sleeping heather , and along the edge of the little oasis of oatfield , where so many thousands of round , river-worn stones had been gleaned into heaps , and where so many thousands still remained among the springing corn .  The long labour and the patience and the partial failure which that little field meant , reclaimed from the heather , but not wholly reclaimed from the stones , had often touched Lady Pierpoint , who knew what labour was ; but it did not appeal to Sibyl .  She sat down with a sigh on the river-bank , a forlorn white blot against the crowded world of green , with Crack , her little Scotch terrier , beside her , and looked listlessly across the sliding water , which ran deep and brown as Crack 'sbrown eyes , and loitered shallow and yellow as a yellow sapphire among its clean gray stones and gleaming rocks .  A pair of oyster-catchers sped upstream , low over the water , swift as eye could follow , with glad cries , like disembodied spirits that have found wings at last and feel the first rapture of proving them .  “ Happy birds !  ” said Sibyl to herself .  “ They do not know what trouble means .  ”  Crack , who had heard this sentiment , or something very like it , before , stretched himself methodically , both front-legs together first , and then the hind-legs one by one , and walked slowly down to the edge of the water and sniffed sadly , as one who knows that search is vain among the stones for a rat which is not there .  Crack had a fixed melancholy which nothing could dispel .  His early life had been passed in the activity of a camp , and his spirit seemed to have been permanently embittered by the close contemplation of military character .  He had been round the world .  He knew the principal smells of our Eastern empire , but no reminiscences of his many travels served to brighten the gloomy tenor of his thoughts .  He was sad , disillusioned , still apt to hurry and shorten himself through doors , and to retreat under sofas to brood over imaginary wrongs .  All games distressed him .  He went indoors at once when the red ball was produced which transformed Peter from an elegant poodle into a bounding demon .  But in spite of his melancholy he was liked .  He went out but little , but where he went he was welcomed .  He was a gentleman and a man of the world .  No dog ever quarrelled with him .  He met bristling overtures with a mournful tact which turned growls into waggings of tails .  He himself was seldom seen to wag his tail , except in his sleep .  He returned from the water 'sedge and sat down on an outlying fold of Sibyl 'sgown .  In the sunny stillness a wild-duck , with cautious , advanced neck , and a little fleet of water-babies , paddled past , bobbing on the amber shallows .  Crack raised his ears and watched them .  His feelings were so entirely under control that he could scratch himself while observing an object of interest ; and he did so now .  But he did not move from his seat on Sibyl 'sgown .  He was disillusioned about wild-ducks , who did not play fair and stick to one element , but would take to their wings when hard pressed in the water , like a woman who changes her ground when cornered in argument .  Presently the afternoon sun shifted , and all the larches on the steep hillside opposite and all the broom along the bank stooped to gaze at a flickering fairyland of broom and larches in the wide water .  The deep valley of the river was drowned in light .  Only the bank on which Sibyl was sitting under the mountain-ash had fallen suddenly into shadow .  “ Like my life , ” she thought , and rose to go .  Who was this coming slowly towards her along the little path by the water 'sedge ?  She stood still , trembling , her hands pressed against her breast .  It was he .  It was Mr. Loftus .  He was looking for her .  He was coming to her .  Joy and terror seized her .  He saw her standing motionless in her white gown under the white blossom-laden tree .  And as he drew near and took her nerveless hands in silence , and looked into her face , he saw again in her deep eyes the shy , imploring glance which had met him once before — the mute entreaty of love to be suffered to live .  “ Sibyl , ” he said , and in his voice there was reverence as well as tenderness — reverence for her untarnished youth , and tenderness for the white flower of love which it had put forth , “ will you be my wife ?  ”  CHAPTER IV .  “ J'ai vu sous le soleil tomber bien d “ autres choses Que les feuilles des bois et l'écume des eaux , Bien d “ autres s “ en aller que le parfum des roses Et le chant des oiseaux . ” Alfred de Musset .  “ Mummy , ” said Peggy , a few days later , coming into her mother 'ssitting-room and pressing her round , cool cheek against Lady Pierpoint 's, “ why does Sibyl want to marry Mr. Loftus ?  ”  “ Because she thinks she loves him , Peggy , as many other women have done before her .  ”  “ I think I love him , too , in a way , ” said Peggy .  “ He is better than anybody .  When I am with him , I feel — I do n't know what I feel , only I know it 'sgood , and I want to do something for him , or make him something really pretty for his handkerchiefs ; but — I do n't want to marry him .  ”  “ That is as well , my treasure , as he is going to marry Sibyl .  ”  “ I never thought he would marry anybody .  I ca n't believe it .  It seems as if it could not happen .  ”  “ It will happen , ” said Lady Pierpoint , “ if he lives .  ”  “ Sibyl says , ” continued Peggy , “ that he enters into her feelings as no one else does , and that she understands him , and that hardly anyone else does except her , because he is so superior .  ”  “ Indeed !  ”  “ And she says she can speak to him of aspirations and things that she ca n't even mention to Molly and me .  She says it is n't our fault — it is only because we are different to her .  ”  “ You are certainly very different , ” said Lady Pierpoint , compressing her lips .  “ And to think that she might have married Mr. Doll , ” continued Peggy , as if Sibyl 'sactions were indeed inscrutable .  “ Mr. Doll will be twenty-eight next August .  He was twenty-seven when we were at Wilderleigh last year .  If I had been Sibyl , I would have married him , and then I “ ll tell you , mummy , what I would have done .  I would have asked Mr. Loftus to let us live with him at Wilderleigh , and I would have taken such care of him — oh !  such care — and I would have spent whole bags of money on the farms and fences and things , and he would have been happy , and Mr. Doll would have been happy , too .  ”  “ Peggy , ” said Lady Pierpoint , “ shall I tell you a secret ?  I think that is exactly what Mr. Loftus hoped Sibyl would do .  ”  Mr. Loftus returned to London a day or two later , and had an interview with Doll the day before the announcement of the engagement appeared in the Morning Post .  Mr. Loftus was attached to his nephew — people always looked upon Doll as his nephew , though he was in reality his first cousin — and to him and to him alone he told the circumstances which had led to his engagement .  What passed between the elder man and the young one during that interview will never be known .  But when at last Mr. Loftus left him , Doll sat for a long time looking over the geraniums into the park .  The somewhat dull , unimaginative soul that dwelt behind his handsome expressionless face was vaguely stirred .  “ It 'sa mistake , ” he said at last , half aloud .  “ But Uncle George is on the square ; he always is .  ”  And when he was ruthlessly twitted next day by his brother officers on being cut out by his uncle , he replied simply enough :  “ He is a better man than me , as all you fellows know .  She would not have looked at one of you any more than she would at me .  I suppose she had a fancy for marrying a man who could spell , which none of us can .  ”  “ Spelling or none , ” said the youngest sub — “ which is an indecent subject which should never be mentioned between gentlemen — anyhow , I mean to borrow a thousand or a fiver off him .  Mr. Loftus always tipped me at school .  ”  One of Mr. Loftus 'sfirst actions was to stop the preliminary proceedings regarding the sale of Wilderleigh , which he had been arranging a month ago , on the afternoon when he had called on Lady Pierpoint .  It was like awakening from a nightmare to realize that Wilderleigh would not be sold , after all .  He almost wished that he might live long enough to set the place in order for Doll .  The engagement was a nine days ” wonder , and those nine days were purposely spent by Mr. Loftus in London .  He was aware that many cruel things would be said at his expense , and that the bare fact that a man of his years and in his state of health should marry a young heiress , and so great an heiress as Sibyl Carruthers , must call forth unfavourable comments .  People who did not know him said it was perfectly shameful , and that it was just the sort of thing which those people who posed as being so extra good always did .  How shocked Mr. Loftus had pretended to be when old Lord Bugbear , after his infamous life , married a girl of seventeen !  And now he , Mr. Loftus , was doing exactly the same himself .  Of course he had a very fascinating manner — just the kind of manner to impose on a young girl who , like Miss Carruthers , knew nothing of the world , and had been nowhere .  And everyone knew he was desperately poor .  Wilderleigh could hardly pay its way .  A rumour had long been afloat that it would shortly be for sale .  If he had not been so hard up for money it would have been different ; but it was a most disgraceful thing , and Lady Pierpoint ought to be ashamed of having exposed the poor motherless girl left in her charge to his designs upon her .  They wondered how much Lady Pierpoint , whose means were narrow , had been bought over for .  The sums varied according to the sordidness of the different speculators , who of course named their own price .  Others who knew Mr. Loftus were puzzled and were silent .  To know him at all was to believe him to be incapable of an ignoble action ; yet this marriage had the appearance of being ignoble — not , perhaps , for another man , but certainly for him .  His intimate friends were dis tressed , and greeted him with grave cordiality and affection , and hoped for an explanation .  He gave none .  And they remembered that never in his public or in his private life had he been known to give an explanation of his conduct , and came to the conclusion that they must trust him .  Mr. Loftus had recognised early in life that explanations explain nothing .  If those who had had opportunities of knowing him well misjudged him after those opportunities , they were at liberty to do so as far as he was concerned .  The weight of an enormous acquaintance oppressed him , and , though he had never been known to wound anyone by withdrawing from an unequal friendship , which he had not been the one to begin , and which was an effort to him to continue , still , he took advantage of being misunderstood to lay aside many such friendships .  It was not pride which prompted this line of action on Mr. Loftus 'spart , though many put it down to pride , especially those who had held aloof from him at a certain doubtful moment , and in whose regard subsequent events had entirely reinstated him , and who complained that he expected to be considered infallible .  It was , in reality , the natural inclination of a world-weary man of the world to lay aside , as far as he could courteously do so , the claims of the artificial side of life , its vain forms , its empty hospitalities .  He realized that for the purpose of winnowing its friendships the various events of life may be relied on to furnish the fitting occasions .  Those who do not wish to offend others by leaving them need make no effort , for they will certainly be presently deserted by those who have never grasped the meaning of the character which has been the object of their transient admiration .  “ If he is unequal he will presently pass away .  ” Mr. Loftus neither hurried the unequal , self-constituted friend , nor sought to detain him .  But when he departed , shaking the dust from off his feet , the door was noiselessly closed behind him , and his knock , however loud , was not heard when he returned again .  A small batch of uneasy admirers left him on the occasion of his engagement .  They said openly that they were much disappointed in him , and that he had shaken their belief in human nature .  “ Will Sibyl also pass away ?  ” Mr. Loftus wondered , as he sat on the terrace at Wilderleigh on his return from London .  “ Yes , she , too , will presently pass away ; but I shall not give her time to do so .  She will be absorbed by her first love for a few years , and I shall only remain a few years at longest .  By the time it wanes I shall be gone , and my departure will pain her but very slightly .  ”  His face softened as he thought of Sibyl .  His nature , which , in its far-away youth , had been imaginative and romantic , had remained sympathetic .  He gauged , as few others could have done had they been the object of it , the measure of her romantic attachment to himself .  It was perhaps safer in his hands than in those of a younger man .  For youth perpetrates many murders and mutilations in the name of love , as the schoolboy 'slove of a butterfly finds expression in a pin and a cork .  But it would have cut Sibyl to the heart if she had even guessed that his tranquil mind took for granted that her adoration would not last until the stars fell from heaven and the earth fell into the sun .  For “ Les esprits faibles ne sont jamais sincères .  ” That is a hard saying , but alas !  and alas !  that it is only the weak who believe that it is not true .  The strong know better , but if they are merciful they are silent .  “ And so my second wife is also to be an esprit faible , ” said Mr. Loftus to himself , looking at the past through half-closed eyes .  “ But in the meanwhile I have learnt a lesson in natural history .  I shall not expect my butterfly to hew wood and draw water .  And this time I shall not break my heart because pretty wings are made to flutter with .  ”  And the remembrance slid through his mind of Millais 'spicture of the dying cavalier , and the butterfly perched upon the drawn sword in the ardent sunshine .  And he thought of the drawn sword of Damocles hanging over his own life , and Sibyl 'slove preening itself for one brief second upon it .  And at the thought he smiled .  CHAPTER V.  “ Je suis l “ amante , dit-elle . Cueillez la branche de houx . ” Victor Hugo .  “ When all the world like some vast tidal wave withdraws .  ” — Buchanan .  Many persons prophesied that the marriage between Mr. Loftus and Sibyl would not take place , but it did .  On a burning day late in July they were married in London , for Sibyl 'scountry place , where Mr. Loftus had hoped the wedding might have taken place , was shut up .  Lady Pierpoint did all in her power to make the wedding a quiet one , for his sake .  Very few invitations were sent out , and there was no reception afterwards .  But , nevertheless , though the season was at its last gasp , when the day came the unfashionable London church was crammed with that “ smart ” world , half of which had condemned Mr. Loftus , while it showered invitations upon him .  Many hundreds of eyes were fixed upon his stately feeble figure as he moved slowly forward to place himself beside the young girl , whose emotion was plainly visible , and whose bouquet shook in her hand .  The contrast between the two , as they stood together , was of that glaring description which appeals to the vulgar and conventional mind , on which shades of difference are lost .  Mr. Loftus went through the ceremony with equanimity .  His grave face betrayed nothing except fatigue and the fact that he was suffering from a severe headache .  Lady Pierpoint and Doll watched him with anxiety , while Peggy , standing close behind the bride , wept silently , she knew not why .  “ Oh , mummy , ” she said afterwards when it was all over , and Sibyl , anxious , preoccupied , had left Lady Pierpoint and Peggy and Molly , who had been mother and sisters to her , without a tear , without a regret , without a backward look , absorbed in the one fact that Mr. Loftus was ill — “ oh , mummy , you say Sibyl loves him so much .  Is that why she did not mind going away from all of us a bit ?  I know he had a headache , but she never used to mind when you had a headache , and when she was ill , do you remember how she always sent for you , even when I told her you were resting ?  And yet she used to be a little fond of us .  But since he came she does not seem to care for us any more .  If one loves anybody , does one forget the others ?  ”  “ Some women do , ” said Lady Pierpoint , taking Peggy 'sred , tear-stained face in her hands and kissing it .  She could not bear to own , even to Peggy , how wounded her warm maternal heart had been because Sibyl , whose delicacy had given her so many anxious hours , had shown no feeling at parting with her .  Mr. Loftus had shown much more , when he had come to speak to her alone for a few minutes in her sitting-room , when the carriage was at the door .  “ Some women , ” said Lady Pierpoint , looking wistfully at her daughter , “ forget everyone else when they marry , and are very proud of it .  They think it shows how devoted they are .  A little cup is soon full , Peggy , and a shallow heart , if it takes in a new love , has no room left for the old ones .  The new love is like the cuckoo in the nest — it elbows out everything else .  ”  “ I will not be like that , ” said Peggy , crushing her mother and her mother 'sbonnet in an impulsive embrace .  “ I will have a deep , deep heart , mummy , and no one shall ever go out that once comes in — and — oh , mummy , you shall have the best bedroom in my heart always !  ”  “ I have a very foolish girl for a daughter , ” said Lady Pierpoint , somewhat comforted , smiling through her tears , “ and one who has no respect for my best bonnet .  ”  At Sibyl 'swish she and Mr. Loftus went straight to Wilderleigh .  They reached it after several hours ” journey on the evening of their wedding-day .  And gradually the nervous exhaustion and acute headache from which he had been suffering , and which had become almost unbearable in the train , relaxed their hold upon him .  They were sitting in the cool , scented twilight on the terrace .  Through the half-darkness came the low voice of the river talking to itself .  Noise and light and other voices , and this dreadful day , were gone at last .  He gave a sigh of relief and smiled deprecatingly at her .  They had hardly spoken since they were married .  She was sitting near him , a slender figure in her pale gown , that shimmered in the feeble light .  But there was light enough for her to see him smile , and she smiled back at him with her whole heart in her lovely eyes .  No thought of self lurked in those clear depths , and Mr. Loftus , looking into them , and remembering how , on this her wedding day , her whole mind had been absorbed , to the entire oblivion of a bride 'sdivided feelings , in the one fact that he was suffering , was touched , but not with elation .  The long listless hand lying palm upwards on his knee made a slight movement , and in instant response to it her hand was placed in his .  His closed over it .  Perhaps nothing could have endeared her more to him than the mute response that had waited on his mute appeal , and had not forestalled it .  His hand clasping hers , he drew her slightly , and , obeying its pressure , she leaned towards him .  “ My Sibyl !  ” he said , and she involuntarily drew closer to him , for something in his voice and manner , in spite of their exceeding gentleness and tenderness , seemed to remove him from her .  “ Fate has been hard upon you that I should have been ill on your wedding-day .  ”  “ No , ” she said , timidly pushing off from shore into the new world upon her little raft .  “ Fate was kind , because to-day has been the first day when I could be with you and take care of you .  ”  “ You take too much care of me .  ”  “ I care for nothing else , ” she said , her voice faltering , adoration in her eyes .  One white star peered low in the western heaven through the violet dusk .  “ Once long ago , before you were born , ” said Mr. Loftus , “ I loved someone , and she said she loved me , and we were married .  But after a time she brought trouble upon me , Sibyl .  ”  The great current had caught the little raft , and was hurrying it out to sea .  “ I will never bring trouble upon you , ” said the young girl , her lips trembling as she stooped to kiss his hand .  “ When you are tired you shall lean on my arm .  When your eyes are tired I will read to you .  I will take care of you , and keep all trouble from you .  ”  “ Till I die , ” he said below his breath , more to himself than to her .  “ Till you die , ” she answered .  And so , but this time very lightly , Mr. Loftus leaned once again , or made as if he leaned , on the fragile reed of human love .  CHAPTER VI .  “ He has nae mair sense o ” humour than an owl , and a ” aye haud that a man withoot humour sudna be allowed intae a poopit . ” — Ian Maclaren .  The arrival of Sibyl at Wilderleigh was the occasion of many anxious surmises at the little Vicarage on the part of the young Vicar and his young and adoring wife .  It had long been a great grief to them that Mr. Loftus only came to church once on Sunday .  It was vaguely understood that he had yielded himself to doubts on religious subjects , which alone could account for this “ laxity ” — doubts which the young Vicar felt could not have shaken himself or Mrs. Gresley , and which he was convinced he could dispel .  But he could never obtain an opportunity to wage war against these ghostly enemies , for though he had preached during Lent a course of sermons calculated to pulverize the infidel tendencies of the age , which his wife had pronounced to be all-conclusive and to place the whole affair in a nutshell — it certainly did that — unfortunately the person for whose spiritual needs they were concocted did not hear them .  Mr. Gresley had several times called upon Mr. Loftus with a view to giving the conversation a deeper turn , but when he was actually in his presence , and Mr. Loftus 'ssteel-gray attentive eye was upon him , the younger man found it difficult , not to say impossible , to force conversation on subjects which Mr. Loftus had no intention to discuss .  “ If he would only meet me in fair argument !  ” Mr. Gresley said on his return from a futile attempt to approach Mr. Loftus on the subject of public worship ; “ but when I had thoroughly explained my own views on the importance of regular attendance at both services on Sunday , he only said that those being my opinions , he considered that I was fully justified in having daily services as well .  If he would only meet me fairly and hear reason , ” said the young clergyman ; “ but he wo n't .  The other day when I pressed him on the subject of the devil — I know he is lax on the devil — I said : " But , Mr. Loftus , do you not believe in him ?  " If he had only owned what I am sure was the case — namely , that he did not believe in him — I could have confuted him in a moment .  I was quite ready .  But he slipped out of it by saying , " Believe in him !  I would not trust him for a moment .  " There is no arguing with a man who scoffs or is silent .  ”  “ My dear , ” said Mrs. Gresley , “ infidels are all like that , and their only refuge is to be silent or profane .  Do n't you remember when that professor from Oxford , whom we met at Dr. Pearson 's, said something about history and the Bible — I forget what , but it was perfectly unorthodox — and Dr. Pearson was so interested , and you spoke up at once , and he made no reply whatever , and then asked me the name of our Virginia creeper , and talked about flowers .  I often think of that , and how he had to turn the subject .  ”  “ But he was not convinced , ” said Mr. Gresley , frowning ; “ that is the odd part of it .  He brought out a book on the Bible with things in it much worse than what he said in my presence , and which I positively refuted .  And it went through six editions , and the Bishop actually read it .  ”  “ You see , ” said Mrs. Gresley , with the acumen which pervades the atmosphere of so many country vicarages , “ a man like the professor does not want to be convinced , or his books would not be read , any more than Mr. Loftus wants to be convinced he ought to come to church regularly , because then he would have no excuse for staying away .  But perhaps his wife may be a Christian , James .  They say she is quite a young girl , and that her aunt has brought her up well .  ”  And when Sibyl 'ssweet face and black velvet hat , and a wonderful flowing gown of white and lilac , appeared in the carved Wilderleigh pew beside Mr. Loftus 'sfamiliar profile , the Gresleys hoped many things ; though Mrs. Gresley expressed herself , after service , as much shocked at the bride 'sstyle of dress , which she pronounced to be too showy .  Mrs. Gresley 'sviews on dress were exclusively formed at the two garden-parties and the one private ball to which she went in the course of the year .  The Gresleys thought it wrong to go to public balls , and — which was quite another matter — they thought it wrong for other clergymen and their wives to go also .  It was fortunate that Mr. Loftus admired his wife 'sstyle of dress , as he had always admired Sibyl herself , from her graceful , fringeless head to her slender , low-heeled shoes .  She pleased his fastidious taste as perhaps no other woman could have done .  She was one of the few Englishwomen who can wear French gowns as if they are part of them , and not put on for the occasion .  After a becoming interval Mr. and Mrs. Gresley called , and this time Mrs. Gresley was somewhat mollified by what she called the very “ suitable ” costume of brown holland in which Sibyl received them .  Mr. Loftus did not appear , and in the course of conversation the young couple were further pleasantly impressed with the perfect orthodoxy and sound Church teaching of the bride , whose natural gift of platitude was enhanced by the subject under discussion .  They also made the discovery that Mr. Loftus was , in his wife 'sopinion , infallible .  And Mrs. Gresley looked with some astonishment at a bride who actually entertained towards a “ layman ” the unique sentiments which she did for her apostolic James .  “ She is a nice young creature , ” said Mrs. Gresley , half an hour later , as , with her hands full of orchids , she accompanied her lord back to the Vicarage , “ and her views , James , are beautiful — just what I think myself .  She agreed with everything we said .  She must have been very well brought up .  But I ca n't understand her infatuation for Mr. Loftus .  Really , from the way she spoke of him , and how he knew best , one might have supposed he was priest as well as squire here .  It almost made one smile .  ”  Mr. Loftus and Crack had , in the meanwhile , remained in the gardens , he leaning back in a long deck-chair , looking dreamily up into the perspective of moving green above him , while Crack , who had only just arrived from Scotland , snapped mournfully at the English flies , which tasted very much the same as those of Strathspey , so few new things are there under the sun .  Sibyl had wished to bring Peter , the poodle , also to Wilderleigh , but nothing would induce Mr. Loftus to invite him .  He told Sibyl that he himself hoped to replace Peter in her affections , and he had certainly succeeded .  She returned to him now , and sat down on a low stool at his feet .  In these early days she was much addicted to footstools and the lowest of seats , provided they were properly placed .  They were in harmony with her sentiments , and facilitated an upward gaze .  “ They were so pleasant .  I wish you had come in , ” she said .  “ I find the clergy as fatiguing as Anderson 'sbeetle found cleanliness , ” said Mr. Loftus , his eyes dwelling on her .  “ But that is not their fault .  It is because I happen to be a beetle .  ”  “ I was a little tired , too , ” said Sibyl hastily .  “ They stayed rather long .  ”  “ And did you like them ?  ”  “ Yes ; I thought them very nice .  And I am glad they are High Church .  I think it is so much nicer , do n't you ?  ”  “ Do you mean to tell me , now that we are married and it is too late to go back , that you are High Church ?  ”  “ Oh , not very high !  ” said Sibyl anxiously , yet reassured by his look of amusement .  “ Which are you ?  ”  “ I am the same as Mr. Gresley , ” said Mr. Loftus slowly , “ with a difference .  ”  “ I thought you were different , ” said Sibyl , gratified at her own powers of observation .  “ I know , ” continued Mr. Loftus , “ that he thinks I have no principles at all , because he believes they are not the same as his ; but in reality they are very much the same as his , only they are carried further afield , and he loses sight of them , while he has a neat little ring-fence round his own .  I like Mr. Gresley very much .  He is an exemplary young man .  But some people become very narrow by walking in the narrow path , and I fear he is one of them .  Remember this , my Sibyl , that there is no barrier in your own character against which someone , sooner or later , will not stumble to his hurt .  No boundary in ourselves will serve to shut God in , as this good young man thinks , but every boundary will at last shut out some fellow-creature from us , and be to one , whom perhaps we might have helped , an occasion of stumbling .  And now let us show Crack the brook .  I am afraid he will think but little of it after the Spey , but he will be too polite to say so .  As he only arrived yesterday , it is premature to put it into words , but I have an intuition that Crack and I shall become friends .  If I had any influence over him , I would encourage him to bathe in the brook , for he brought into the house with him this morning an odour that convinced me that we were on the eve of some great chemical discovery .  ”  So they wandered down by the brook , across the lengthening shadows .  A cock pheasant was clearing his throat in the wood near the gardens .  The low sun had become entangled in the rookery .  A pair of sandpipers were balancing their slender selves on a tiny beach of sand .  A little black and white water-ousel darted upstream with rapid , bee-like flight .  Crack followed , gravely investigating the bank point by point , as if on the look-out for some fallacy in it .  And Sibyl registered the conclusion in her own mind that one must be “ wide , ” like Mr. Loftus , not narrow , like Mr. Gresley .  After this conversation she always spoke of her religious convictions as “ wide .  ”  CHAPTER VII .  “ We form not our affections . It is they That do form us ; and form us in despite Of our poor protests . ” Lytton .  Summer slid into autumn , and autumn into winter .  The first few months of married life had been difficult to Mr. Loftus , but he had brought his whole attention and an infinite patience to bear on them , and gradually his reward came to him .  Sibyl could learn because she loved .  She learned slowly , but still she did learn , to read , not her husband 'sthoughts — those were far from her — but his wishes .  She discovered , with a pang which cost her many secret tears — but still she did discover — that he often wished to be alone , and that she must not go into his study unless she were asked to do so .  She learned gradually when to join him when he paced in the rose-garden , and when it vexed and wearied him to have her by him .  And she learned , too , after the first horrible experience , which neither could remember without anguish , when , with blue lips , he had begged her not to touch him ; that when he had an attack of the heart she must not betray her agony of mind , if she was to be allowed to remain in the room , and she must not ignorantly try to apply the remedies , but must leave it to Mr. Loftus 'svalet , whose imperturbable calm and promptitude had often ministered to his master before .  Sibyl 'sterror of death and violent emotion at its approach were peculiarly trying to Mr. Loftus , who had long since ceased to regard death with horror , and only wished to be allowed to meet it quietly , without a scene .  All intimacy was difficult to his solitary nature .  It was alien while it was courteously welcomed .  It was the natural instinct of hers .  She had to learn to suppress her tenderness — or , at any rate , its expression — a hard lesson for an over-demonstrative nature , not long out of its teens .  But Sibyl learned even that for his sake .  And there her knowledge stopped .  It never reached beyond his wishes to his mind .  She was merged entirely in her love of her husband , but if he had been unworthy of the exalted pedestal on which she had placed him , she would not have discovered it .  “ It might just as well have been Doll .  ” Mr. Loftus thought occasionally , half amused , when he had the barbarity to try a platitude of the first water upon her — one of Doll 'sbest , such as the young man , after diving into the recesses of his being , could produce , and found she received it with as much interest as the thoughts for which he had dug deep .  For hero-worship was necessary to Sibyl , but not a hero — only that she should consider him one .  The sham was to her the same as the real .  She saw no difference .  Like many another woman , she would have adored an ass 'sears , wondering at the blindness of the rest of mankind .  But if the truth about those ears had been forced upon her , rubbed into her , tattooed upon her , her entire belief in human nature would have fallen with the fall of one fellow- creature .  The heights and depths of human nature had never awed her , nor its great forces moved her to reverence or compassion .  She was of the stuff out of which the female cynic , as well as the female devotee , is made .  Mr. Loftus did not marvel at an adoration which has been the birthright of his fortunate sex since the world began , but his perennial wonder at the enigma of feminine human nature had a new element added to it — that of amusement .  She played with his tools , as a robin perches on a spade , thinking it is stuck in the earth for that purpose , and for the turning up of worms .  The struggles , the despair , the hope and the aspiration , through which his youth had climbed , and out of which it had forged its tools , were not a part of Sibyl 'syouth .  She liked the tools now that they were made , and desired them for her own small uses .  She was naturally drawn to those of deeper convictions and larger faiths .  She liked the luxury of being moved by them , stirred by them , lifted beyond herself by a power outside of herself .  She loved to nibble the edge of their hard-earned bread and feel that she , too , was of them , and make believe that she had helped to grind the flour ; and to make believe with Sibyl was the same thing as to believe .  Her insolvent nature clung to the rich one , ostensibly because it was sympathetic , but really because it was rich .  This unconscious audacity was a novel source of entertainment to Mr. Loftus , a bubbling wayside spring which he had hardly hoped to meet with on the dry highroad of married life .  It is greatly to be feared that his conscience , usually a tender one , was hardly as watchful as it should have been on this subject .  It certainly had lapses when Sibyl conversed with him seriously , especially when she coupled his feelings with her own on the greatest subjects , never doubting that they were identical .  But after a short time he dared not speak to her of anything really dear to him .  She had a gift for making sacred things common by touching them , and age had not tarnished reverence in Mr. Loftus 'ssoul , though it had tarnished many things which youth holds in reverence .  He talked to her , instead , on subjects which he had not much at heart , and that did quite as well .  And she , on her side , would bring to him the inferior religious books , and superficial unorthodox works which she believed to be deep because they were unorthodox , which were the natural food of her little soul , and he received them and her remarks upon them , as he received a flower when she gave him one , with courtesy and gratitude .  So absorbed was she in her devotion to her husband , and in the interchange of beautiful sentiments , that her other duties , increased by her position at Wilderleigh , were not even perceived .  Unobservant persons are sometimes surprised at the real devotion — and Sibyl 'swas real — of which a shallow and cold-hearted nature shows itself capable .  But those who look closer perceive at what heavy expense to others that one link is held , which is in reality only a new and more subtle form of selfishness .  She dropped the other links without even knowing that she had dropped them .  She had no tender , watchful gratitude for Lady Pierpoint , no interest in Peggy 'snew gowns and lovers , or as to whether Molly had enjoyed her first season .  If this had been pointed out to her , she would have glibly ascribed the result to marriage , which , according to some women , is the death-bed of all sympathy and impersonal love .  It is like ascribing sin to temptation .  The Gresleys were much disappointed in her , and they had reason to be so , for Sibyl had changed over after her discovery of Mr. Loftus 'sconvictions , or , rather , her interpretation of them , and , instead of being rather High Church , had now decided to be “ wide , ” which state , it soon appeared , was not compatible with being an efficient helper to the earnest hard-working young couple at her gate .  Mr. Loftus , who now had command of money , was far more considerate than his wife .  “ She , ” Mrs. Gresley complained , “ did not seem to care to do anything with her life , for she would neither sing in the choir nor teach in the Sunday-school .  ”  She did consent to give prizes for needlework in the schools , but when the day came it was discovered that she had forgotten all about it , and , as she had a cold , Mr. Loftus drove into the nearest town and brought a mind weighted with political matter to bear upon the requisite number of prizes suited to girls of from seven to fourteen years , and hurried back just in time to prevent disappointment by distributing them himself .  “ Have you written lately to Lady Pierpoint ?  ” he sometimes asked , and Sibyl generally had to confess , “ Not lately , ” and then she would write and then forget again .  “ I suppose Lady Pierpoint is less well off now that you are married ?  ” he asked one day tentatively .  “ No doubt your guardians made her an allowance while you lived with her .  ”  “ Yes , ” said Sibyl , who was sitting on the hearthrug , trying to make Crack do his trick of sitting up .  It was his only trick , and he could not do that unless he happened to be sitting down when called upon to perform it .  If he were on all fours at the moment , he could not remember how it began .  “ Aunt Marion often said it was a very handsome allowance .  ”  “ And have you continued it , or part of it ?  ” asked Mr. Loftus gravely .  Sibyl owned that she had never thought of doing so .  “ Everything I have is yours now , ” she said , looking up at him .  “ And I am spending it , ” he said , “ freely .  Thousands of yours are being put into the estate , in repairs , and new farms and buildings .  I am like the man in Scripture who pulled down his barns to build greater — at least , who intended to do so if he had had time .  ”  Mr. Loftus stopped .  For the first time for many years a faint wish crossed his mind that his soul might not be required of him till all those expensive improvements were paid for , which would make Doll 'sposition as landlord easier than his own had been .  “ Even in these bad times , ” he went on , “ Wilderleigh will come round .  You have taken a great weight off my mind , Sibyl .  ”  “ That is what I wish , ” she said , turning her face , as he put back a little ring of hair behind her ear , so that her lips met his hand .  “ But Lady Pierpoint ?  I am afraid , Sibyl , her husband left her very badly off .  ”  “ I will write now , ” said Sibyl , springing to her feet .  Crack rose too , and jumped on Mr. Loftus 'sknees , quietly pushing his hands off them with his strong nose , and accommodating his long , thin body by a few jerks into the groove which a masculine lap presents .  Mr. Loftus did not want him , and it tired him to keep his knees together ; but he knew there was a draught on the floor , and he allowed him to remain .  “ How much shall I say ?  A thousand a year or fifteen hundred for her life ?  ” asked Sibyl , dipping her pen in the ink .  It was all one to her .  She always gave freely of what cost her nothing — namely , money .  “ It must not be too much , or she wo n't feel able to take it , ” said Mr. Loftus , considering .  “ And if it is an annuity , it does not help the children .  ” And he wondered how far he dared go .  And when , a few days later , Lady Pierpoint received a note from Sibyl , very delicately and affectionately expressed , and offering , in such a manner as to make refusal almost impossible , a sum of money more than sufficient to provide for both her daughters , she guessed immediately whose tact had dictated the letter .  “ Sibyl would never have thought of it , ” she said to herself , as she wrote a note of acceptance .  “ It never crossed her mind when she left us , or even to offer to pay for Peggy 'sand Molly 'sbridesmaids ” gowns , although she chose such expensive ones .  And if it had occurred to her since , she would not have put it like that .  ”  CHAPTER VIII .  “ Le monde est plein de gens qui ne sont pas plus sages . ” — La Fontaine .  With the winter came many invitations , but they were nearly all refused , for Mr. Loftus had long since dispensed himself from attending county festivities , and Sibyl , though she had recovered her health , was always delicate .  Lady Pierpoint had had doubts as to whether she ought to winter in England , but not only was Sibyl herself determined so to do , but when Lady Pierpoint saw her in London before Christmas with a vivid colour and an elasticity of bearing which made a marked contrast to the drooping , listless demeanour of the previous winter , her doubts were at once set at rest .  Presently , however , an invitation came for a masked ball in the immediate neighbourhood , which Mr. Loftus decided could not be refused .  “ But why should we go ?  ” said Sibyl , “ if we do n't care about it .  And I hate balls , and I hate society .  I was saying so to the Gresleys only yesterday .  I love my own fireside and a book .  ”  Sibyl had no idea how much these occasional mild flourishes , which found great favour at the Vicarage , annoyed Mr. Loftus .  She put them forth , poor thing !  with a view to showing him how much she had in common with him .  “ It is a mistake to say you hate society , ” said Mr. Loftus , “ because you are not in a position to hate what you have never seen .  Personally , I can see nothing peculiarly obnoxious in my fellow-creatures when they have their diamonds and white ties on .  I do not even discover that they are more worldly in ball-gowns than on other occasions .  ”  “ But it is all so empty and vain , ” said Sibyl ; “ and though I dare say I have not seen much , still , the small-talk is so wearying , and I suppose that is the same everywhere .  I should not mind society if there was any real conversation , anything deep .  ”  Sibyl loved the word “ deep .  ” She used it on the occasions when others use the word “ trite , ” she meaning the same as they did , but looking at the trite from a different angle .  From her point of vantage , eccentricity was originality , and a wholesale contradiction of established facts a new view .  Mr. Loftus was so close on the verge of annoyance that he was obliged to be amused instead .  “ I have heard many people say they hated society , ” he said , smiling , and Sibyl smiled back at him , delighted at having won his approbation by the nobility and originality of her sentiments .  “ I have generally found that they are persons to whom , probably for some excellent reason , society has shown the cold shoulder , or those , like the Gresleys , who have never seen anything of it , and who call garden-parties , and flower-shows , and bazaars , and all those dismal local functions , society .  ”  “ She is not going to this masked ball , ” said Sibyl .  “ I asked her , and she said , " Of course not .  Her husband being a clergyman made it quite impossible .  " I wonder why she always says things are quite impossible for the clergy that most of the other clergy do .  She said the same about the Hunt Ball .  ”  “ That was because of the pink coats of the men and the new gowns of the women , and also partly because they were not asked .  It happened to be a good ball , consequently it was dangerous .  Dowdiness has from a very early date of this world 'shistory been regarded as a sacrifice acceptable to the Deity , so naturally pretty gowns and electric light are considered to be the perquisites of the Evil One .  ”  “ But are we really going to this ball ?  ”  “ We are .  It would be unneighbourly not to do so .  I met Lady Pontesbury yesterday in D — — , and she begged us to support her , and to bring even numbers .  People cannot give balls in the country , Sibyl , if none of the neighbours will take the trouble to fill their houses .  I have seen very cruel things of that kind done .  Ours is the largest house in the neighbourhood , and , as it now has a mistress , we must fill it .  ”  The idea of society having any claim on her was a new light to Sibyl .  She had always considered herself superior to its blandishments .  But now that she discovered that Mr. Loftus actually regarded certain social acts as a duty , and this masked ball as one in particular , she immediately changed her opinion , and forthwith looked upon it as a duty also .  It was a duty which , as its fulfilment drew near , became less and less unpleasant to anticipate .  She had until now lent a sympathetic ear to the Gresleys when they talked of society as a snare , and had echoed Mr. Gresley 'sremarks on the same .  “ Balls are not wrong in themselves , ” Mr. Gresley would say in his chest voice , keeping his hand in before Sibyl and his admiring wife .  “ It is only the abuse of them that is blameworthy .  Use the world as not abusing it .  A carpet dance among young people I should be the last to blame .  We cannot keep the bow always at full stretch .  But when it comes to ball after ball , party after party , and pleasure is made a business , instead of a recreation , by which I mean that which restores elasticity to the exhausted faculties , recreates us in fact , and renews our energy for our work , then indeed — — ” And Mr. Gresley would express himself at that length which is apparently the one great compensation of the teacher who has no pupils .  Sibyl enjoyed his conversation very much .  She thought Mr. Gresley a very sensible person , and his opinions were in harmony with her own .  Mrs. Gresley had also declared , after a brief visit to Kensington in July during the “ sales , ” that she had neither the means nor the inclination to throw herself into the social whirlpool which she and Mr. Gresley had dispassionately viewed from two green chairs in the Row , and which Mr. Gresley had estimated “ at its true worth .  ” If she had possessed both the means and the inclination , she would perhaps have discovered that she was no nearer to that vortex than the many thousands who annually make a pilgrimage to London only to be tossed on the outermost ripple of the whirlpool , and who revolve for ever on the rim of society like Saturn 'srings , without approaching the central luminary .  But that it is difficult to be loved of Society and ensnared by her the Gresleys and Sibyl did not know , any more than that certain crimes require great qualities in order to commit them .  Mr. Loftus might have been able to relieve their ignorance , but , as Sibyl told the Gresleys , he did not care much for conversation .  A habit of silence was certainly growing upon him since his marriage .  CHAPTER IX .  “ Et chacun croit fort aisément , Ce qu “ il craint . ” La Fontaine .  The night of the masked ball had arrived .  A large party had assembled at Wilderleigh , including Lady Pierpoint and her daughters , and Doll .  It was Doll 'sfirst visit to Wilderleigh since Mr. Loftus 'smarriage , and as he looked down the dinner-table at Sibyl he wondered at his own folly in coming .  He thought he had “ got over it , ” but to-night he found that he had made a sufficiently grave mistake in supposing so .  Unimaginative persons never know when they have got over anything , because they have no fore-knowledge in absence of the stab which a certain presence can inflict .  So Doll walked stolidly in — where Mr. Loftus in a remote but not forgotten passage of his own life had feared to tread — and then writhed and bit his lip at the hurt he had inflicted upon himself .  In the days when he had hoped to marry Sibyl , he had often pictured her to himself — his imagination could reach as far as tangible objects , such as furniture and food and raiment — sitting at the head of his table , talking to his guests , wearing the Wilderleigh diamonds , and looking as she looked now ; for to-night Sibyl was beautiful .  And it had all come about , except one thing — that she was married to Mr. Loftus instead of to him .  He turned to look fixedly at Mr. Loftus talking to Lady Pierpoint , and saw as in some new and arid light his thin stooping figure in the carved high-backed chair , the refined profile with the high thin nose and scant brushed-back gray hair , and the bloodless Vandyke hand holding his wine-glass .  Mr. Loftus had a very beautiful hand .  Doll had not seen Mr. Loftus and Sibyl together except at the altar-rails .  And as he looked rage took him .  It was a monstrous marriage .  The blood rushed to his face , and beat in his temples .  And a sudden bitter hatred surged up within him against Mr. Loftus as man against man .  He looked at him again in his gray hair and his feebleness , and loathed him .  And Mr. Loftus 'sindifferent kindly glance met his , and he smiled quietly at him .  And the cold fit came after the hot one , and poor Doll cursed himself , and told himself for the first time of many times — of how many times !  — that the greatest evil that could befall him in life would be to become estranged from “ Uncle George .  ”  “ What are you thinking of ?  ” said Peggy 'svoice at his elbow .  Peggy was often at Doll 'selbow at other times besides dinner , a fact which did not escape Lady Pierpoint 'smaternal eye , but for which she did not reprimand Peggy , any more than for her slightly upturned nose and little upper lip , which turned up in sympathy too .  But Peggy vaguely felt that on this occasion her dear “ mummy ” was rather in the way , especially when the whole party assembled in the hall in their masks and dominoes , and Peggy could not sufficiently admire Doll 'sflame-coloured garment with a black devil outlined on the back and a hood with pointed ears .  She had no eyes for Captain Charrington , the tallest man in the Guards , magnificent in crimson silk from head to foot , with crimson mask as well , or for another of Doll 'scompanions in arms in a chessboard domino of black and white with an appalling white mask .  “ Look , Peggy , ” said Lady Pierpoint , “ at Mrs. Devereux .  I think I have never seen any domino as pretty as her white one with little silver bees all over it .  ”  Mrs. Devereux protested , in a muffled manner , through the lace edge of her mask that Miss Pierpoint 'sand Mrs. Loftus 'sduplicate primrose ones edged with gold quite put her bees into the shade .  “ Into a hive you mean , ” said her husband , a dull young man in dove colour .  “ But how are we to know Mrs. Loftus and Miss Pierpoint apart ?  ”  “ You wo n't know us , ” said Sibyl ; “ that is just the point .  ”  “ There is one thing I ought to have asked you before , ” said Sibyl solemnly in her married-woman voice , as the brougham in which she and Mr. Loftus had driven together drew up in the queue .  “ Would you like me to dance or not ?  ”  “ Are you fond of dancing ?  ”  “ Very — at least , I mean I do n't mind .  ”  “ Then , dance by all means .  ”  “ You are quite sure it is what you wish .  I thought perhaps as a married woman — — ”  “ Married goose , ” said Mr. Loftus , laughing , perfectly aware that she would have liked him to be jealous .  “ I 'mgoing to dance , ” whispered Sibyl to Peggy , as they followed Mr. Loftus and Lady Pierpoint , the only unmasked ones of the party , towards the ballroom .  “ He says he wishes me to .  He is always so unselfish .  ”  But Peggy 'sopen eyes and mouth and whole attention were turned to the ballroom which they were entering .  Lord and Lady Pontesbury were standing near the entrance solemnly shaking hands with the masked hooded figures who came silently towards them .  No introductions were possible .  Lord Pontesbury almost embraced Mr. Loftus , so relieved was he to see a human face .  Lady Pontesbury beamed on Lady Pierpoint .  “ Your girls here ?  ” she whispered .  No one seemed able to speak above a whisper .  “ Yes , ” said Lady Pierpoint below her breath , looking helplessly round at the twenty muffled figures in her wake .  And Captain Charrington came forward at once , and said he was the eldest , and produced Doll as his youngest sister , while Peggy and Molly wondered how anyone could be so funny and live .  The long ballroom , with its cedar-panelled walls outlined in gilding , was brilliantly lighted .  The floor of pale polished oak shone like the pale walls .  Banks of orchids rose in the bay-windows .  In the brilliant light a vast crowd of spectral figures stalked about in silence , clad in every variety and incongruous mixture of colour .  “ Like devils out on a holiday , ” said a voice from the depths of a fool 'scap and bells .  Mr. Loftus was at once surrounded by masked figures who shook hands with him warmly .  A Bishop was the centre of another group , ruefully responding to he knew not whom , half the young men in the room telling him that they had met him last at the Palace when they were ordained .  One mischievous couple were making the circuit of the room , conversing with the chaperons one after the other , who smiled helplessly at them and answered but little , for middle-aged ladies with daughters out have other things to think of besides repartee .  Captain Charrington sustained his character of a wit by walking about growling at intervals in a mysterious and interesting manner .  The band took its courage in both hands , and broke the silence .  A tremor passed through the crowd .  There was a momen tary pause , a momentary uncertainty as to the sex of the hooded figures , and then forty , fifty , seventy couples of demons were solemnly polkaing .  Mr. Loftus smiled .  Sibyl , standing by him , laughed till he gently urged her to take it more quietly .  Lord and Lady Pontesbury turned for a moment from the fresh arrivals , and their mournful faces relaxed .  The Bishop , who seldom saw anything more enlivening than a confirmation or a diocesan gathering , shed tears .  The trombone collapsed , the wind instruments wavered , and left the violins for a moment to make desperate music by themselves .  Then the band pulled itself together , and the music and the flying feet rushed headlong on .  Doll , who had hardly spoken to Sibyl that day , came up to claim his dance .  “ I ca n't dance any more , ” she said plaintively .  “ My domino weighs me down .  Let us sit out .  ”  “ Shall we go into the gallery , ” said Doll , “ and watch the unmasking from there ?  It is a quarter to twelve now , and every one unmasks at twelve .  ”  He did not know whether to be glad or sorry that she would not dance with him .  “ Better not , ” he said to himself .  But he had thought of the possibility of that dance many times before he reached the ballroom , and had decided that it was his duty to ask her .  They left the ballroom , and , passing numerous ghostly figures sitting in nooks and on the wide staircase , they made their way to the arched gallery which overhung the ballroom .  Every white arch had been lit by a pendent pink-shaded lamp , and the arches and Sibyl 'sprimrose domino all took the same rosy hue .  In nearly every arch a couple were already sitting , watching the crowd below .  Doll secured one of the few vacant places , and Sibyl drew her chair forward and leaned her slender bare arms on the white stone balustrade .  The couple in the adjoining archway were chattering volubly , but Doll and Sibyl did not talk .  She did not notice the omission , for her eyes were following the quaint pageant with the delight of a child .  Doll racked his brains for something to say , and found nothing .  Why had she married Uncle George ?  Why had she married Uncle George ?  So , as he could not ask her that , and tell her that he cared for her a hundred times more than her husband did , he said nothing .