He Knew He Was Right

on which the Rowleys were to leave Italy for England, when Mr. Glascock received Trevelyan’s letter. It was brought to him as he was sitting at a late breakfast in the garden of the hotel; and there were present at the moment not only all the Spalding family, but the Rowleys also. Sir Marmaduke was there and Lady Rowley, and the three unmarried daughters; but Mrs. Trevelyan, as was her wont, had remained alone in her own room. Mr. Glascock read the letter, and read it again, without attracting much attention. Caroline, who was of course sitting next to him, had her eyes upon him, and could see that the letter moved him; but she was not curious, and at any rate asked no question. He himself understood fully how great was the offer made⁠—how all-important to the happiness of the poor mother⁠—and he was also aware, or thought that he was aware, how likely it might be that the offer would be retracted. As regarded himself, a journey from the Baths at Lucca to Casalunga and back before his marriage, would be a great infliction on his patience. It was his plan to stay where he was till the day before his marriage, and then to return to Florence with the rest of the party. All this must be altered, and sudden changes must be made, if he decided on going to Siena himself. The weather now was very hot, and such a journey would be most disagreeable to him. Of course he had little schemes in his head, little amatory schemes for praenuptial enjoyment, which, in spite of his mature years, were exceedingly agreeable to him. The chestnut woods round the Baths of Lucca are very pleasant in the early summer, and there were excursions planned in which Caroline would be close to his side⁠—almost already his wife. But, if he did not go, whom could he send? It would be necessary at least that he should consult her, the mother of the child, before any decision was formed.

At last he took Lady Rowley aside, and read to her the letter. She understood at once that it opened almost a heaven of bliss to her daughter;⁠—and she understood also how probable it might be that that wretched man, with his shaken wits, should change his mind. “I think I ought to go,” said Mr. Glascock.

“But how can you go now?”

“I can go,” said he. “There is time for it. It need not put off my marriage⁠—to which of course I could not consent. I do not know whom I could send.”

“Monnier could go,” said Lady Rowley, naming the courier.

“Yes;⁠—he could go. But it might be that he would return without the child, and then we should not forgive ourselves. I will go, Lady Rowley. After all, what does it signify? I am a little old, I sometimes think, for this philandering. You shall take this letter to your daughter, and I will explain it all to Caroline.”

Caroline had not a word to say. She could only kiss him, and promise to make him what amends she could when he came back. “Of course you are right,” she said. “Do you think that I would say a word against it, even though the marriage were to be postponed?”

“I should;⁠—a good many words. But I will be back in time for that, and will bring the boy with me.”

Mrs. Trevelyan, when her husband’s letter was read to her, was almost overcome by the feelings which it excited. In her first paroxysm of joy she declared that she would herself go to Siena, not for her child’s sake, but for that of her husband. She felt at once that the boy was being given up because of the father’s weakness⁠—because he felt himself to be unable to be a protector to his son⁠—and her woman’s heart was melted with softness as she thought of the condition of the man to whom she had once given her whole heart. Since then, doubtless, her heart had revolted from him. Since that time there had come hours in which she had almost hated him for his cruelty to her. There had been moments in which she had almost cursed his name because of the aspersion which it had seemed that he had thrown upon her. But this was now forgotten, and she remembered only his weakness. “Mamma,” she said, “I will go. It is my duty to go to him.” But Lady Rowley withheld her, explaining that were she to go, the mission might probably fail in its express purpose. “Let Louey be sent to us first,” said Lady Rowley, “and then we will see what can be done afterwards.”

And so Mr. Glascock started, taking with him a maidservant who might help him with the charge of the child. It was certainly very hard upon him. In order to have time for his journey to Siena and back, and time also to go out to Casalunga, it was necessary that he should leave the Baths at five in the morning. “If ever there was a hero of romance, you are he!” said Nora to him.

“The heroes of life are so much better than the heroes of romance,” said Caroline.

“That is a lesson from the lips of the American Browning,” said Mr. Glascock. “Nevertheless, I think I would rather ride a charge against a Paynim knight in Palestine than get up at half-past four in the morning.”

“We will get up too, and give the knight his coffee,” said Nora. They did get up, and saw him off; and when Mr. Glascock and Caroline parted with a lover’s embrace, Nora stood by as a sister might have done. Let us hope that she remembered that her own time was coming.

There had been a promise given by Nora, when she left London, that she would not correspond with Hugh Stanbury while she was in Italy, and this promise had been kept. It may be remembered that Hugh