Assuming that it had now occurred to her to act on this idea, Lady Howel felt assured that she would apply for advice either to the publishers who had recommended her, or to Lord Howel's old friend.
Beaucourt at once offered to make th e inquiries which might satisfy his wife that she had not been mistaken. Readily accepting his proposal, she asked at the same time for a few minutes of delay.
'I want to say to you,' she explained, 'what I had in my mind to say to Mrs. Evelin. Do you object to tell me why she refused to marry you? I couldn't have done it in her place.'
'You would have done it, my dear, as I think, if her misfortune had been your misfortune.' With those prefatory words he told the miserable story of Mrs. Evelin's marriage.
Lady Howel's sympathies, strongly excited, appeared to have led her to a conclusion which she was not willing to communicate to her husband. She asked him, rather abruptly, if he would leave it to her to find Mrs. Evelin. 'I promise,' she added, 'to tell you what I am thinking of, when I come back.'
In two minutes more she was ready to go out, and had hurriedly left the house.
V.
AFTER a long absence Lady Howel returned, accompanied by Dick. His face and manner betrayed unusual agitation; Beaucourt noticed it.
'I may well be excited,' Dick declared, 'after what I have heard, and after what we have done. Lady Howel, yours is the brain that thinks to some purpose. Make our report—I wait for you.'
But my lady preferred waiting for Dick. He consented to speak first, for the thoroughly characteristic reason that he could 'get over it in no time.'
'I shall try the old division,' he said, 'into First, Second, and Third. Don't be afraid; I am not going to preach— quite the contrary; I am going to be quick about it. First, then, Mrs. Evelin has decided, under sound advice, to go to New Zealand. Second, I have telegraphed to her relations at the other end of the world to tell them that she is coming. Third, and last, Farleigh & Halford have sent to the office, and secured a berth for her in the next ship that sails—date the day after to-morrow. Done in half a minute. Now, Lady Howel!'
'I will begin and end in half a minute too,' she said, 'if I can. First,' she continued, turning to her husband, 'I found Mrs. Evelin at your friend's house. She kindly let me say all that I could say for the relief of my poor heart. Secondly—'
She hesitated, smiled uneasily, and came to a full stop.
'I can't do it, Howel,' she confessed; 'I speak to you as usual, or I can never get on. Saying many things in few words—if the ladies who assert our rights will forgive me for confessing it—is an accomplishment in which we are completely beaten by the men. You must have thought me rude, my dear, for leaving you very abruptly, without a word of explanation. The truth is, I had an idea in my head, and I kept it to myself (old people are proverbially cautious, you know) till I had first found out whether it was worth mentioning. When you were speaking of the wretched creature who had claimed Mrs. Evelin's husband as her own, you said she was an inveterate drunkard. A woman in that state of degradation is capable, as I persist in thinking, of any wickedness. I suppose this put it into my head to doubt her—no; I mean, to wonder whether Mr. Evelin—do you know that she keeps her husband's name by his own entreaty addressed to her on his deathbed?—oh, I am losing myself in a crowd of words of my own collecting! Say the rest of it for me, Sir Richard!'
'No, Lady Howel. Not unless you call me 'Dick.''
'Then say it for me—Dick.'
'No, not yet, on reflection. Dick is too short, say 'Dear Dick.''
'Dear Dick—there!'
'Thank you, my lady. Now we had better remember that your husband is present.' He turned to Beaucourt. 'Lady Howel had the idea,' he proceeded, 'which ought to have presented itself to you and to me. It was a serious misfortune (as she thought) that Mr. Evelin's sufferings in his last illness, and his wife's anxiety while she was nursing him, had left them unfit to act in their own defense. They might otherwise not have submitted to the drunken wretch's claim, without first making sure that she had a right to advance it. Taking her character into due consideration, are we quite certain that she was herself free to marry, when Mr. Evelin unfortunately made her his wife? To that serious question we now mean to find an answer. With Mrs. Evelin's knowledge of the affair to help us, we have discovered the woman's address, to begin with. She keeps a small tobacconist's shop at the town of Grailey in the north of England. The rest is in the hands of my lawyer. If we make the discovery that we all hope for, we have your wife to thank for it.' He paused, and looked at his watch. 'I've got an appointment at the club. The committee will blackball the best fellow that ever lived if I don't go and stop them. Good-by.'
The last day of Mrs. Evelin's sojourn in England was memorable in more ways than one.
On the first occasion in Beaucourt's experience of his married life, his wife wrote to him instead of speaking to him, although they were both in the house at the time. It was a little note only containing these words: 'I thought you would like to say good-by to Mrs. Evelin. I have told her to expect you in the library, and I will take care that you are not disturbed.'
Waiting at the window of her sitting-room, on the upper floor, Lady Howel perceived that the delicate generosity of her conduct had been gratefully felt. The interview in the library barely lasted for five minutes. She saw Mrs. Evelin leave the house with her veil down. Immediately afterward, Beaucourt ascended to his wife's room to thank her. Carefully as he had endeavored to hide them, the traces of tears in his eyes told her how cruelly the parting scene had tried him. It was a bitter moment for his admirable wife. 'Do you wish me dead?' she asked with sad self-possession. 'Live,' he said, 'and live happily, if you wish to make me happy too.' He drew her to him and kissed her forehead. Lady Howel had her reward.
Part III.
NEWS FROM THE COLONY.
VI.
FURNISHED with elaborate instructions to guide him, which included golden materials for bribery, a young Jew holding the place of third clerk in the office of Dick's lawyer was sent to the town of Grailey to make discoveries. In
