Man and Wife

those. And there is nothing to be done by leaving me.'

'I must and will see her!'

'Read that,' said Sir Patrick, pointing to the letter on the floor. 'See your wife? Your wife is with the woman who has written those lines. Read them.'

Arnold read them.

'DEAR SIR PATRICK,—If you had honored me with your confidence, I should have been happy to consult you before I interfered to rescue Blanche from the position in which Mr. Brinkworth has placed her. As it is, your late brother's child is under my protection at my house in London. If you attempt to exercise your authority, it must be by main force—I will submit to nothing less. If Mr. Brinkworth attempts to exercise his authority, he shall establish his right to do so (if he can) in a police-court.

'Very truly yours, JULIA LUNDIE.'

Arnold's resolution was not to be shaken even by this. 'What do I care,' he burst out, hotly, 'whether I am dragged through the streets by the police or not! I will see my wife. I will clear myself of the horrible suspicion she has about me. You have shown me your letter. Look at mine!'

Sir Patrick's clear sense saw the wild words that Blanche had written in their true light.

'Do you hold your wife responsible for that letter?' he asked. 'I see her step-mother in every line of it. You descend to something unworthy of you, if you seriously defend yourself against this! You can't see it? You persist in holding to your own view? Write, then. You can't get to her—your letter may. No! When you leave this house, you leave it with me. I have conceded something on my side, in allowing you to write. I insist on your conceding something, on your side, in return. Come into the library! I answer for setting things right between you and Blanche, if you will place your interests in my hands. Do you trust me or not?'

Arnold yielded. They went into the library together. Sir Patrick pointed to the writing-table. 'Relieve your mind there,' he said. 'And let me find you a reasonable man again when I come back.'

When he returned to the library the letter was written; and Arnold's mind was so far relieved—for the time at least.

'I shall take your letter to Blanche myself,' said Sir Patrick, 'by the train that leaves for London in half an hour's time.'

'You will let me go with you?'

'Not to-day. I shall be back this evening to dinner. You shall hear all that has happened; and you shall accompany me to London to-morrow—if I find it necessary to make any lengthened stay there. Between this and then, after the shock that you have suffered, you will do well to be quiet here. Be satisfied with my assurance that Blanche shall have your letter. I will force my authority on her step-mother to that extent (if her step-mother resists) without scruple. The respect in which I hold the sex only lasts as long as the sex deserves it—and does not extend to Lady Lundie. There is no advantage that a man can take of a woman which I am not fully prepared to take of my sister-in-law.'

With that characteristic farewell, he shook hands with Arnold, and departed for the station.

At seven o'clock the dinner was on the table. At seven o'clock Sir Patrick came down stairs to eat it, as perfectly dressed as usual, and as composed as if nothing had happened.

'She has got your letter,' he whispered, as he took Arnold's arm, and led him into the dining-room.

'Did she say any thing?'

'Not a word.'

'How did she look?'

'As she ought to look—sorry for what she has done.'

The dinner began. As a matter of necessity, the subject of Sir Patrick's expedition was dropped while the servants were in the room—to be regularly taken up again by Arnold in the intervals between the courses. He began when the soup was taken away.

'I confess I had hoped to see Blanche come back with you!' he said, sadly enough.

'In other words,' returned Sir Patrick, 'you forgot the native obstinacy of the sex. Blanche is beginning to feel that she has been wrong. What is the necessary consequence? She naturally persists in being wrong. Let her alone, and leave your letter to have its effect. The serious difficulties in our way don't rest with Blanche. Content yourself with knowing that.'

The fish came in, and Arnold was silenced—until his next opportunity came with the next interval in the course of the dinner.

'What are the difficulties?' he asked

'The difficulties are my difficulties and yours,' answered Sir Patrick. 'My difficulty is, that I can't assert my authority, as guardian, if I assume my niece (as I do) to be a married woman. Your difficulty is, that you can't assert your authority as her husband, until it is distinctly proved that you and Miss Silvester are not man and wife. Lady Lundie was perfectly aware that she would place us in that position, when she removed Blanche from this house. She has cross-examined Mrs. Inchbare; she has written to your steward for the date of your arrival at your estate; she has done every thing, calculated every thing, and foreseen every thing—except my excellent temper. The one mistake she has made, is in thinking she could get the better of that. No, my dear boy! My trump card is my temper. I keep it in my hand, Arnold—I keep it in my hand!'

The next course came in—and there was an end of the subject again. Sir Patrick enjoyed his mutton, and entered on a long and interesting narrative of the history of some rare white Burgundy on the table imported by himself. Arnold resolutely resumed the discussion with the departure of the mutton.

'It seems to be a dead lock,' he said.

'No slang!' retorted Sir Patrick.

'For Heaven's sake, Sir, consider my anxiety, and tell me what you propose to do!'