The Mysterious Key and What it Opened

By L. M. Alcott

Chapter I

THE PROPHECY

 _Trevlyn lands and Trevlyn gold, Heir nor heiress e'er shall hold, Undisturbed, till, spite of rust, Truth is found in Trevlyn dust. _

"This is the third time I've found you poring over that old rhyme. Whatis the charm, Richard? Not its poetry I fancy. " And the young wife laida slender hand on the yellow, time-worn page where, in Old English text, appeared the lines she laughed at. 

Richard Trevlyn looked up with a smile and threw by the book, as ifannoyed at being discovered reading it. Drawing his wife's hand throughhis own, he led her back to her couch, folded the soft shawls about her, and, sitting in a low chair beside her, said in a cheerful tone, thoughhis eyes betrayed some hidden care, "My love, that book is a history ofour family for centuries, and that old prophecy has never yet beenfulfilled, except the 'heir and heiress' line. I am the last Trevlyn, and as the time draws near when my child shall be born, I naturallythink of his future, and hope he will enjoy his heritage in peace. "

"God grant it!" softly echoed Lady Trevlyn, adding, with a look askanceat the old book, "I read that history once, and fancied it must be aromance, such dreadful things are recorded in it. Is it all true, Richard?"

"Yes, dear. I wish it was not. Ours has been a wild, unhappy race tillthe last generation or two. The stormy nature came in with old SirRalph, the fierce Norman knight, who killed his only son in a fit ofwrath, by a blow with his steel gauntlet, because the boy's strong willwould not yield to his. "

"Yes, I remember, and his daughter Clotilde held the castle during asiege, and married her cousin, Count Hugo. 'Tis a warlike race, and Ilike it in spite of the mad deeds. "

"Married her cousin! That has been the bane of our family in times past. Being too proud to mate elsewhere, we have kept to ourselves till idiotsand lunatics began to appear. My father was the first who broke the lawamong us, and I followed his example: choosing the freshest, sturdiestflower I could find to transplant into our exhausted soil. "

"I hope it will do you honor by blossoming bravely. I never forget thatyou took me from a very humble home, and have made me the happiest wifein England. "

"And I never forget that you, a girl of eighteen, consented to leaveyour hills and come to cheer the long-deserted house of an old man likeme, " returned her husband fondly. 

"Nay, don't call yourself old, Richard; you are only forty-five, theboldest, handsomest man in Warwickshire. But lately you look worried;what is it? Tell me, and let me advise or comfort you. "

"It is nothing, Alice, except my natural anxiety for you--Well, Kingston, what do you want?"

Trevlyn's tender tones grew sharp as he addressed the entering servant, and the smile on his lips vanished, leaving them dry and white as heglanced at the card he handed him. An instant he stood staring at it, then asked, "Is the man here?"

"In the library, sir. "

"I'll come. "

Flinging the card into the fire, he watched it turn to ashes before hespoke, with averted eyes: "Only some annoying business, love; I shallsoon be with you again. Lie and rest till I come. "

With a hasty caress he left her, but as he passed a mirror, his wife sawan expression of intense excitement in his face. She said nothing, andlay motionless for several minutes evidently struggling with some strongimpulse. 

"He is ill and anxious, but hides it from me; I have a right to know, and he'll forgive me when I prove that it does no harm. "

As she spoke to herself she rose, glided noiselessly through the hall, entered a small closet built in the thickness of the wall, and, bendingto the keyhole of a narrow door, listened with a half-smile on her lipsat the trespass she was committing. A murmur of voices met her ear. Herhusband spoke oftenest, and suddenly some word of his dashed the smilefrom her face as if with a blow. She started, shrank, and shivered, bending lower with set teeth, white cheeks, and panic-stricken heart. Paler and paler grew her lips, wilder and wilder her eyes, fainter andfainter her breath, till, with a long sigh, a vain effort to saveherself, she sank prone upon the threshold of the door, as if struckdown by death. 

"Mercy on us, my lady, are you ill?" cried Hester, the maid, as hermistress glided into the room looking like a ghost, half an hour later. 

"I am faint and cold. Help me to my bed, but do not disturb SirRichard. "

A shiver crept over her as she spoke, and, casting a wild, woeful lookabout her, she laid her head upon the pillow like one who never cared tolift it up again. Hester, a sharp-eyed, middle-aged woman, watched thepale creature for a moment, then left the room muttering, "Something iswrong, and Sir Richard must know it. That black-bearded man came for nogood, I'll warrant. "

At the door of the library she paused. No sound of voices came fromwithin; a stifled groan was all she heard; and without waiting to knockshe went in, fearing she knew not what. Sir Richard sat at his writingtable pen in hand, but his face was hidden on his arm, and his wholeattitude betrayed the presence of some overwhelming despair. 

"Please, sir, my lady is ill. Shall I send for anyone?"

No answer. Hester repeated her words, but Sir Richard never stirred. Much alarmed, the woman raised his head, saw that he was unconscious, and rang for help. But Richard Trevlyn was past help, though he lingeredfor some hours. He spoke but once, murmuring faintly, "Will Alice cometo say good-bye?"

"Bring her if she can come, " said the physician. 

Hester went, found her mistress lying as she left her, like a figurecarved in stone. When she gave the message, Lady Trevlyn answeredsternly, "Tell him I will not come, " and turned her face to the wall, with an expression which daunted the woman too much for another word. 

Hester whispered the hard answer to the physician, fearing to utter italoud, but Sir Richard heard it, and died with a despairing prayer forpardon on his lips. 

When day dawned Sir Richard lay in his shroud and his little daughter inher cradle, the one unwept, the other unwelcomed by the wife and mother, who, twelve hours before, had called herself the happiest woman inEngland. They thought her dying, and at her own command gave her thesealed letter bearing her address which her husband left behind him. Sheread it, laid it in her bosom, and, waking from the trance which seemedto have so strongly chilled and changed her, besought those about herwith passionate earnestness to save her life. 

For two days she hovered on the brink of the grave, and nothing but theindomitable will to live saved her, the doctors said. On the third dayshe rallied wonderfully, and some purpose seemed to gift her withunnatural strength. Evening came, and the house was very still, for allthe sad bustle of preparation for Sir Richard's funeral was over, and helay for the last night under his own roof. Hester sat in the darkenedchamber of her mistress, and no sound broke the hush but the low lullabythe nurse was singing to the fatherless baby in the adjoining room. LadyTrevlyn seemed to sleep, but suddenly put back the curtain, sayingabruptly, "Where does he lie?"

"In the state chamber, my lady, " replied Hester, anxiously watching thefeverish glitter of her mistress's eye, the flush on her cheek, and theunnatural calmness of her manner. 

"Help me to go there; I must see him. "

"It would be your death, my lady. I beseech you, don't think of it, "began the woman; but Lady Trevlyn seemed not to hear her, and somethingin the stern pallor of her face awed the woman into submission. 

Wrapping the slight form of her mistress in a warm cloak, Hesterhalf-led, half-carried her to the state room, and left her on thethreshold. 

"I must go in alone; fear nothing, but wait for me here, " she said, andclosed the door behind her. 

Five minutes had not elapsed when she reappeared with no sign of griefon her rigid face. 

"Take me to my bed and bring my jewel box, " she said, with a shudderingsigh, as the faithful servant received her with an exclamation ofthankfulness. 

When her orders had been obeyed, she drew from her bosom the portrait ofSir Richard which she always wore, and, removing the ivory oval from thegold case, she locked the former in a tiny drawer of the casket, replaced the empty locket in her breast, and bade Hester give the jewelsto Watson, her lawyer, who would see them put in a safe place till thechild was grown. 

"Dear heart, my lady, you'll wear them yet, for you're too young togrieve all your days, even for so good a man as my blessed master. Takecomfort, and cheer up, for the dear child's sake if no more. "

"I shall never wear them again" was all the answer as Lady Trevlyn drewthe curtains, as if to shut out hope. 

Sir Richard was buried and, the nine days' gossip over, the mystery ofhis death died for want of food, for the only person who could haveexplained it was in a state which forbade all allusion to that tragicday. 

For a year Lady Trevlyn's reason was in danger. A long fever left her soweak in mind and body that there was little hope of recovery, and herdays were passed in a state of apathy sad to witness. She seemed to haveforgotten everything, even the shock which had so sorely stricken her. The sight of her child failed to rouse her, and month after monthslipped by, leaving no trace of their passage on her mind, and butslightly renovating her feeble body. 

Who the stranger was, what his aim in coming, or why he neverreappeared, no one discovered. The contents of the letter left by SirRichard were unknown, for the paper had been destroyed by Lady Trevlynand no clue could be got from her. Sir Richard had died of heartdisease, the physicians said, though he might have lived years had nosudden shock assailed him. There were few relatives to makeinvestigations, and friends soon forgot the sad young widow; so theyears rolled on, and Lillian the heiress grew from infancy to childhoodin the shadow of this mystery. 

Chapter II

PAUL

"Come, child, the dew is falling, and it is time we went in. "

"No, no, Mamma is not rested yet, so I may run down to the spring if Ilike. " And Lillian, as willful as winsome, vanished among the tall fernswhere deer couched and rabbits hid. 

Hester leisurely followed, looking as unchanged as if a day instead oftwelve years had passed since her arms received the little mistress, whonow ruled her like a tyrant. She had taken but a few steps when thechild came flying back, exclaiming in an excited tone, "Oh, come quick!There's a man there, a dead man. I saw him and I'm frightened!"

"Nonsense, child, it's one of the keepers asleep, or some stroller whohas no business here. Take my hand and we'll see who it is. "

Somewhat reassured, Lillian led her nurse to one of the old oaks besidethe path, and pointed to a figure lying half hidden in the fern. Aslender, swarthy boy of sixteen, with curly black hair, dark brows, andthick lashes, a singularly stern mouth, and a general expression ofstrength and pride, which added character to his boyish face anddignified his poverty. His dress betrayed that, being dusty andthreadbare, his shoes much worn, and his possessions contained in thelittle bundle on which he pillowed his head. He was sleeping like onequite spent with weariness, and never stirred, though Hester bent awaythe ferns and examined him closely. 

"He's not dead, my deary; he's asleep, poor lad, worn out with his day'stramp, I dare say. " "I'm glad he's alive, and I wish he'd wake up. He'sa pretty boy, isn't he? See what nice hands he's got, and his hair ismore curly than mine. Make him open his eyes, Hester, " commanded thelittle lady, whose fear had given place to interest. 

"Hush, he's stirring. I wonder how he got in, and what he wants, "whispered Hester. 

"I'll ask him, " and before her nurse could arrest her, Lillian drew atall fern softly over the sleeper's face, laughing aloud as she did so. 

The boy woke at the sound, and without stirring lay looking up at thelovely little face bent over him, as if still in a dream. 

"_Bella cara_, " he said, in a musical voice. Then, as the child drewback abashed at the glance of his large, bright eyes, he seemed to wakeentirely and, springing to his feet, looked at Hester with a quick, searching glance. Something in his face and air caused the woman tosoften her tone a little, as she said gravely, "Did you wish to see anyone at the Hall?"

"Yes. Is Lady Trevlyn here?" was the boy's answer, as he stood cap inhand, with the smile fading already from his face. 

"She is, but unless your business is very urgent you had better seeParks, the keeper; we don't trouble my lady with trifles. "

"I've a note for her from Colonel Daventry; and as it is _not_ a trifle, I'll deliver it myself, if you please. "

Hester hesitated an instant, but Lillian cried out, "Mamma is close by, come and see her, " and led the way, beckoning as she ran. 

The lad followed with a composed air, and Hester brought up the rear, taking notes as she went with a woman's keen eye. 

Lady Trevlyn, a beautiful, pale woman, delicate in health and melancholyin spirit, sat on a rustic seat with a book in her hand; not reading, but musing with an absent mind. As the child approached, she held outher hand to welcome her, but neither smiled nor spoke. 

"Mamma, here is a--a person to see you, " cried Lillian, rather at a losshow to designate the stranger, whose height and gravity now awed her. 

"A note from Colonel Daventry, my lady, " and with a bow the boydelivered the missive. 

Scarcely glancing at him, she opened it and read:

_My Dear Friend_, _The bearer of this, Paul Jex, has been with me some months and hasserved me well. I brought him from Paris, but he is English born, and, though friendless, prefers to remain here, even after we leave, as we doin a week. When I last saw you you mentioned wanting a lad to help inthe garden; Paul is accustomed to that employment, though my wife usedhim as a sort of page in the house. Hoping you may be able to give himshelter, I venture to send him. He is honest, capable, and trustworthyin all respects. Pray try him, and oblige_, _Yours sincerely_, _J. R. Daventry_

"The place is still vacant, and I shall be very glad to give it to you, if you incline to take it, " said Lady Trevlyn, lifting her eyes from thenote and scanning the boy's face. 

"I do, madam, " he answered respectfully. 

"The colonel says you are English, " added the lady, in a tone ofsurprise. 

The boy smiled, showing a faultless set of teeth, as he replied, "I am, my lady, though just now I may not look it, being much tanned and verydusty. My father was an Englishman, but I've lived abroad a good dealsince he died, and got foreign ways, perhaps. "

As he spoke without any accent, and looked full in her face with a pairof honest blue eyes under the dark lashes, Lady Trevlyn's momentarydoubt vanished. 

"Your age, Paul?"

"Sixteen, my lady. "

"You understand gardening?"

"Yes, my lady. "

"And what else?"

"I can break horses, serve at table, do errands, read aloud, ride aftera young lady as groom, illuminate on parchment, train flowers, and makemyself useful in any way. "

The tone, half modest, half eager, in which the boy spoke, as well asthe odd list of his accomplishments, brought a smile to Lady Trevlyn'slips, and the general air of the lad prepossessed her. 

"I want Lillian to ride soon, and Roger is rather old for an escort tosuch a little horsewoman. Don't you think we might try Paul?" she said, turning to Hester. 

The woman gravely eyed the lad from head to foot, and shook her head, but an imploring little gesture and a glance of the handsome eyessoftened her heart in spite of herself. 

"Yes, my lady, if he does well about the place, and Parks thinks he'ssteady enough, we might try it by-and-by. "

Lillian clapped her hands and, drawing nearer, exclaimed confidingly, asshe looked up at her new groom, "I know he'll do, Mamma. I like him verymuch, and I hope you'll let him train my pony for me. Will you, Paul?"

"Yes. "

As he spoke very low and hastily, the boy looked away from the eagerlittle face before him, and a sudden flush of color crossed his darkcheek. 

Hester saw it and said within herself, "That boy has good blood in hisveins. He's no clodhopper's son, I can tell by his hands and feet, hisair and walk. Poor lad, it's hard for him, I'll warrant, but he's nottoo proud for honest work, and I like that. "

"You may stay, Paul, and we will try you for a month. Hester, take himto Parks and see that he is made comfortable. Tomorrow we will see whathe can do. Come, darling, I am rested now. "

As she spoke, Lady Trevlyn dismissed the boy with a gracious gesture andled her little daughter away. Paul stood watching her, as if forgetfulof his companion, till she said, rather tartly, "Young man, you'd betterhave thanked my lady while she was here than stare after her now it'stoo late. If you want to see Parks, you'd best come, for I'm going. "

"Is that the family tomb yonder, where you found me asleep?" was theunexpected reply to her speech, as the boy quietly followed her, not atall daunted by her manner. 

"Yes, and that reminds me to ask how you got in, and why you werenapping there, instead of doing your errand properly?"

"I leaped the fence and stopped to rest before presenting myself, MissHester" was the cool answer, accompanied by a short laugh as heconfessed his trespass. 

"You look as if you'd had a long walk; where are you from?"

"London. "

"Bless the boy! It's fifty miles away. "

"So my shoes show; but it's a pleasant trip in summer time. "

"But why did you walk, child! Had you no money?"

"Plenty, but not for wasting on coaches, when my own stout legs couldcarry me. I took a two days' holiday and saved my money for betterthings. "

"I like that, " said Hester, with an approving nod. "You'll get on, mylad, if that's your way, and I'll lend a hand, for laziness is myabomination, and one sees plenty nowadays. "

"Thank you. That's friendly, and I'll prove that I am grateful. Pleasetell me, is my lady ill?"

"Always delicate since Sir Richard died. "

"How long ago was that?"

"Ten years or more. "

"Are there no young gentlemen in the family?"

"No, Miss Lillian is an only child, and a sweet one, bless her!"

"A proud little lady, I should say. "

"And well she may be, for there's no better blood in England than theTrevlyns, and she's heiress to a noble fortune. "

"Is that the Trevlyn coat of arms?" asked the boy abruptly, pointing toa stone falcon with the motto ME AND MINE carved over the gate throughwhich they were passing. 

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Mere curiosity; I know something of heraldry and often paint thesethings for my own pleasure. One learns odd amusements abroad, " he added, seeing an expression of surprise on the woman's face. 

"You'll have little time for such matters here. Come in and reportyourself to the keeper, and if you'll take my advice ask no questions ofhim, for you'll get no answers. "

"I seldom ask questions of men, as they are not fond of gossip. " And theboy nodded with a smile of mischievous significance as he entered thekeeper's lodge. 

A sharp lad and a saucy, if he likes. I'll keep my eye on him, for mylady takes no more thought of such things than a child, and Lilliancares for nothing but her own will. He has a taking way with him, though, and knows how to flatter. It's well he does, poor lad, forlife's a hard matter to a friendless soul like him. 

As she thought these thoughts Hester went on to the house, leaving Paulto win the good graces of the keeper, which he speedily did by assumingan utterly different manner from that he had worn with the woman. 

That night, when the boy was alone in his own room, he wrote a longletter in Italian describing the events of the day, enclosed a sketch ofthe falcon and motto, directed it to "Father Cosmo Carmela, Genoa, " andlay down to sleep, muttering, with a grim look and a heavy sigh, "So farso well; I'll not let my heart be softened by pity, or my purpose changetill my promise is kept. Pretty child, I wish I had never seen her!"

Chapter III

SECRET SERVICE

In a week Paul was a favorite with the household; even prudent Hesterfelt the charm of his presence, and owned that Lillian was happier for ayoung companion in her walks. Hitherto the child had led a solitarylife, with no playmates of her own age, such being the will of my lady;therefore she welcomed Paul as a new and delightful amusement, considering him her private property and soon transferring his dutiesfrom the garden to the house. Satisfied of his merits, my lady yieldedto Lillian's demands, and Paul was installed as page to the young lady. Always respectful and obedient, he never forgot his place, yet seemedunconsciously to influence all who approached him, and win the goodwillof everyone. 

My lady showed unusual interest in the lad, and Lillian openly displayedher admiration for his accomplishments and her affection for her devotedyoung servitor. Hester was much flattered by the confidence he reposedin her, for to her alone did he tell his story, and of her alone askedadvice and comfort in his various small straits. It was as shesuspected: Paul was a gentleman's son, but misfortune had robbed him ofhome, friends, and parents, and thrown him upon the world to shift forhimself. This sad story touched the woman's heart, and the boy's manlyspirit won respect. She had lost a son years ago, and her empty heartyearned over the motherless lad. Ashamed to confess the tender feeling, she wore her usual severe manner to him in public, but in privatesoftened wonderfully and enjoyed the boy's regard heartily. 

"Paul, come in. I want to speak with you a moment, " said my lady, fromthe long window of the library to the boy who was training vinesoutside. 

Dropping his tools and pulling off his hat, Paul obeyed, looking alittle anxious, for the month of trial expired that day. Lady Trevlynsaw and answered the look with a gracious smile. 

"Have no fears. You are to stay if you will, for Lillian is happy and Iam satisfied with you. "

"Thank you, my lady. " And an odd glance of mingled pride and pain shonein the boy's downcast eyes. 

"That is settled, then. Now let me say what I called you in for. Youspoke of being able to illuminate on parchment. Can you restore this oldbook for me?"

She put into his hand the ancient volume Sir Richard had been readingthe day he died. It had lain neglected in a damp nook for years till mylady discovered it, and, sad as were the associations connected with it, she desired to preserve it for the sake of the weird prophecy if nothingelse. Paul examined it, and as he turned it to and fro in his hands itopened at the page oftenest read by its late master. His eye kindled ashe looked, and with a quick gesture he turned as if toward the light, intruth to hide the flash of triumph that passed across his face. Carefully controlling his voice, he answered in a moment, as he lookedup, quite composed, "Yes, my lady, I can retouch the faded colors onthese margins and darken the pale ink of the Old English text. I likethe work, and will gladly do it if you like. "

"Do it, then, but be very careful of the book while in your hands. Provide what is needful, and name your own price for the work, " said hismistress. 

"Nay, my lady, I am already paid--"

"How so?" she asked, surprised. 

Paul had spoken hastily, and for an instant looked embarrassed, butanswered with a sudden flush on his dark cheeks, "You have been kind tome, and I am glad to show my, gratitude in any way, my lady. "

"Let that pass, my boy. Do this little service for me and we will seeabout the recompense afterward. " And with a smile Lady Trevlyn left himto begin his work. 

The moment the door closed behind her a total change passed over Paul. He shook his clenched hand after her with a gesture of menace, thentossed up the old book and caught it with an exclamation of delight, ashe reopened it at the worn page and reread the inexplicable verse. 

"Another proof, another proof! The work goes bravely on, Father Cosmo;and boy as I am, I'll keep my word in spite of everything, " he muttered. 

"What is that you'll keep, lad?" said a voice behind him. 

"I'll keep my word to my lady, and do my best to restore this book, Mrs. Hester, " he answered, quickly recovering himself. 

"Ah, that's the last book poor Master read. I hid it away, but my ladyfound it in spite of me, " said Hester, with a doleful sigh. 

"Did he die suddenly, then?" asked the boy. 

"Dear heart, yes; I found him dying in this room with the ink scarce dryon the letter he left for my lady. A mysterious business and a sad one. "

"Tell me about it. I like sad stories, and I already feel as if Ibelonged to the family, a loyal retainer as in the old times. While youdust the books and I rub the mold off this old cover, tell me the tale, please, Mrs. Hester. "

She shook her head, but yielded to the persuasive look and tone of theboy, telling the story more fully than she intended, for she lovedtalking and had come to regard Paul as her own, almost. 

"And the letter? What was in it?" asked the boy, as she paused at thecatastrophe. 

"No one ever knew but my lady. "

"She destroyed it, then?"

"I thought so, till a long time afterward, one of the lawyers camepestering me with questions, and made me ask her. She was ill at thetime, but answered with a look I shall never forget, 'No, it's notburnt, but no one shall ever see it. ' I dared ask no more, but I fancyshe has it safe somewhere and if it's ever needed she'll bring it out. It was only some private matters, I fancy. "

"And the stranger?"

"Oh, he vanished as oddly as he came, and has never been found. Astrange story, lad. Keep silent, and let it rest. "

"No fear of my tattling, " and the boy smiled curiously to himself as hebent over the book, polishing the brassbound cover. 

"What are you doing with that pretty white wax?" asked Lillian the nextday, as she came upon Paul in a quiet corner of the garden and found himabsorbed in some mysterious occupation. 

With a quick gesture he destroyed his work, and, banishing a momentaryexpression of annoyance, he answered in his accustomed tone as he beganto work anew, "I am molding a little deer for you, Miss Lillian. See, here is a rabbit already done, and I'll soon have a stag also. "

"It's very pretty! How many nice things you can do, and how kind you areto think of my liking something new. Was this wax what you went to getthis morning when you rode away so early?" asked the child. 

"Yes, Miss Lillian. I was ordered to exercise your pony and I made himuseful as well. Would you like to try this? It's very easy. "

Lillian was charmed, and for several days wax modeling was her favoriteplay. Then she tired of it, and Paul invented a new amusement, smilinghis inexplicable smile as he threw away the broken toys of wax. 

"You are getting pale and thin, keeping such late hours, Paul. Go tobed, boy, go to bed, and get your sleep early, " said Hester a weekafterward, with a motherly air, as Paul passed her one morning. 

"And how do you know I don't go to bed?" he asked, wheeling about. 

"My lady has been restless lately, and I sit up with her till shesleeps. As I go to my room, I see your lamp burning, and last night Igot as far as your door, meaning to speak to you, but didn't, thinkingyou'd take it amiss. But really you are the worse for late hours, child. "

"I shall soon finish restoring the book, and then I'll sleep. I hope Idon't disturb you. I have to grind my colors, and often make more noisethan I mean to. "

Paul fixed his eyes sharply on the woman as he spoke, but she seemedunconscious of it, and turned to go on, saying indifferently, "Oh, that's the odd sound, is it? No, it doesn't trouble me, so grind away, and make an end of it as soon as may be. "

An anxious fold in the boy's forehead smoothed itself away as he lefther, saying to himself with a sigh of relief, "A narrow escape; it'swell I keep the door locked. "

The boy's light burned no more after that, and Hester was content till anew worry came to trouble her. On her way to her room late one night, she saw a tall shadow flit down one of the side corridors that branchedfrom the main one. For a moment she was startled, but, being a woman ofcourage, she followed noiselessly, till the shadow seemed to vanish inthe gloom of the great hall. 

"If the house ever owned a ghost I'd say that's it, but it never did, soI suspect some deviltry. I'll step to Paul. He's not asleep, I dare say. He's a brave and a sensible lad, and with him I'll quietly search thehouse. "

Away she went, more nervous than she would own, and tapped at the boy'sdoor. No one answered, and, seeing that it was ajar, Hester whisked inso hurriedly that her candle went out. With an impatient exclamation ather carelessness she glided to the bed, drew the curtain, and put forthher hand to touch the sleeper. The bed was empty. A disagreeable thrillshot through her, as she assured herself of the fact by groping alongthe narrow bed. Standing in the shadow of the curtain, she stared aboutthe dusky room, in which objects were visible by the light of a newmoon. 

"Lord bless me, what is the boy about! I do believe it was him I saw inthe--" She got no further in her mental exclamation for the sound oflight approaching footsteps neared her. Slipping around the bed shewaited in the shadow, and a moment after Paul appeared, looking pale andghostly, with dark, disheveled hair, wide-open eyes, and a cloak thrownover his shoulders. Without a pause he flung it off, laid himself inbed, and seemed to sleep at once. 

"Paul! Paul!" whispered Hester, shaking him, after a pause ofastonishment at the whole proceeding. 

"Hey, what is it?" And he sat up, looking drowsily about him. 

"Come, come, no tricks, boy. What are you doing, trailing about thehouse at this hour and in such trim?"

"Why, Hester, is it you?" he exclaimed with a laugh, as he shook off hergrip and looked up at her in surprise. 

"Yes, and well it is me. If it had been any of those silly girls, thehouse would have been roused by this time. What mischief is afoot thatyou leave your bed and play ghost in this wild fashion?"

"Leave my bed! Why, my good soul, I haven't stirred, but have beendreaming with all my might these two hours. What do you mean, Hester?"

She told him as she relit her lamp, and stood eyeing him sharply thewhile. When she finished he was silent a minute, then said, looking halfvexed and half ashamed, "I see how it is, and I'm glad you alone havefound me out. I walk in my sleep sometimes, Hester, that's the truth. Ithought I'd got over it, but it's come back, you see, and I'm sorry forit. Don't be troubled. I never do any mischief or come to any harm. Ijust take a quiet promenade and march back to bed again. Did I frightenyou?"

"Just a trifle, but it's nothing. Poor lad, you'll have to have abedfellow or be locked up; it's dangerous to go roaming about in thisway, " said Hester anxiously. 

"It won't last long, for I'll get more tired and then I shall sleepsounder. Don't tell anyone, please, else they'll laugh at me, and that'snot pleasant. I don't mind your knowing for you seem almost like amother, and I thank you for it with all my heart. "

He held out his hand with the look that was irresistible to Hester. Remembering only that he was a motherless boy, she stroked the curlyhair off his forehead, and kissed him, with the thought of her own sonwarm at her heart. 

"Good night, dear. I'll say nothing, but give you something that willensure quiet sleep hereafter. "

With that she left him, but would have been annoyed could she have seenthe convulsion of boyish merriment which took possession of him whenalone, for he laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks. 

Chapter IV

VANISHED

He's a handsome lad, and one any woman might be proud to call her son, "said Hester to Bedford, the stately butler, as they lingered at the halldoor one autumn morning to watch their young lady's departure on herdaily ride. 

"You are right, Mrs. Hester, he's a fine lad, and yet he seems above hisplace, though he does look the very picture of a lady's groom, " repliedBedford approvingly. 

So he did, as he stood holding the white pony of his little mistress, for the boy gave an air to whatever he wore and looked like a gentlemaneven in his livery. The dark-blue coat with silver buttons, the silverband about his hat, his white-topped boots and bright spurs, spotlessgloves, and tightly drawn belt were all in perfect order, all becoming, and his handsome, dark face caused many a susceptible maid to blush andsimper as they passed him. "Gentleman Paul, " as the servants called him, was rather lofty and reserved among his mates, but they liked himnonetheless, for Hester had dropped hints of his story and quite alittle romance had sprung up about him. He stood leaning against thedocile creature, sunk in thought, and quite unconscious of the watchersand whisperers close by. But as Lillian appeared he woke up, attended tohis duties like a well-trained groom, and lingered over his task as ifhe liked it. Down the avenue he rode behind her, but as they turned intoa shady lane Lillian beckoned, saying, in the imperious tone habitual toher, "Ride near me. I wish to talk. "

Paul obeyed, and amused her with the chat she liked till they reached ahazel copse; here he drew rein, and, leaping down, gathered a handful ofripe nuts for her. 

"How nice. Let us rest a minute here, and while I eat a few, please pullsome of those flowers for Mamma. She likes a wild nosegay better thanany I can bring her from the garden. "

Lillian ate her nuts till Paul came to her with a hatful of late flowersand, standing by her, held the impromptu basket while she made up abouquet to suit her taste. 

"You shall have a posy, too; I like you to wear one in your buttonholeas the ladies' grooms do in the Park, " said the child, settling ascarlet poppy in the blue coat. 

"Thanks, Miss Lillian, I'll wear your colors with all my heart, especially today, for it is my birthday. " And Paul looked up at theblooming little face with unusual softness in his keen blue eyes. 

"Is it? Why, then, you're seventeen; almost a man, aren't you?"

"Yes, thank heaven, " muttered the boy, half to himself. 

"I wish I was as old. I shan't be in my teens till autumn. I must giveyou something, Paul, because I like you very much, and you are alwaysdoing kind things for me. What shall it be?" And the child held out herhand with a cordial look and gesture that touched the boy. 

With one of the foreign fashions which sometimes appeared when he forgothimself, he kissed the small hand, saying impulsively, "My dear littlemistress, I want nothing but your goodwill--and your forgiveness, " headded, under his breath. 

"You have that already, Paul, and I shall find something to add to it. But what is that?" And she laid hold of a little locket which hadslipped into sight as Paul bent forward in his salute. 

He thrust it back, coloring so deeply that the child observed it, andexclaimed, with a mischievous laugh, "It is your sweetheart, Paul. Iheard Bessy, my maid, tell Hester she was sure you had one because youtook no notice of them. Let me see it. Is she pretty?"

"Very pretty, " answered the boy, without showing the picture. 

"Do you like her very much?" questioned Lillian, getting interested inthe little romance. 

"Very much, " and Paul's black eyelashes fell. 

"Would you die for her, as they say in the old songs?" asked the girl, melodramatically. 

"Yes, Miss Lillian, or live for her, which is harder. "

"Dear me, how very nice it must be to have anyone care for one so much, "said the child innocently. "I wonder if anybody ever will for me?"

 "_Love comes to all soon or late, And maketh gay or sad; For every bird will find its mate, And every lass a lad, _"

sang Paul, quoting one of Hester's songs, and looking relieved thatLillian's thoughts had strayed from him. But he was mistaken. 

"Shall you marry this sweetheart of yours someday?" asked Lillian, turning to him with a curious yet wistful look. 

"Perhaps. "

"You look as if there was no 'perhaps' about it, " said the child, quickto read the kindling of the eye and the change in the voice thataccompanied the boy's reply. 

"She is very young and I must wait, and while I wait many things mayhappen to part us. "

"Is she a lady?"

"Yes, a wellborn, lovely little lady, and I'll marry her if I live. "Paul spoke with a look of decision, and a proud lift of the head thatcontrasted curiously with the badge of servitude he wore. 

Lillian felt this, and asked, with a sudden shyness coming over her, "But you are a gentleman, and so no one will mind even if you are notrich. "

"How do you know what I am?" he asked quickly. 

"I heard Hester tell the housekeeper that you were not what you seemed, and one day she hoped you'd get your right place again. I asked Mammaabout it, and she said she would not let me be with you so much if youwere not a fit companion for me. I was not to speak of it, but she meansto be your friend and help you by-and-by. "

"Does she?"

And the boy laughed an odd, short laugh that jarred on Lillian's ear andmade her say reprovingly, "You are proud, I know, but you'll let us helpyou because we like to do it, and I have no brother to share my moneywith. "

"Would you like one, or a sister?" asked Paul, looking straight into herface with his piercing eyes. 

"Yes, indeed! I long for someone to be with me and love me, as Mammacan't. "

"Would you be willing to share everything with another person--perhapshave to give them a great many things you like and now have all toyourself?"

"I think I should. I'm selfish, I know, because everyone pets and spoilsme, but if I loved a person dearly I'd give up anything to them. IndeedI would, Paul, pray believe me. "

She spoke earnestly, and leaned on his shoulder as if to enforce herwords. The boy's arm stole around the little figure in the saddle, and abeautiful bright smile broke over his face as he answered warmly, "I dobelieve it, dear, and it makes me happy to hear you say so. Don't beafraid, I'm your equal, but I'll not forget that you are my littlemistress till I can change from groom to gentleman. "

He added the last sentence as he withdrew his arm, for Lillian hadshrunk a little and blushed with surprise, not anger, at this firstbreach of respect on the part of her companion. Both were silent for amoment, Paul looking down and Lillian busy with her nosegay. She spokefirst, assuming an air of satisfaction as she surveyed her work. 

"That will please Mamma, I'm sure, and make her quite forget my naughtyprank of yesterday. Do you know I offended her dreadfully by peepinginto the gold case she wears on her neck? She was asleep and I wassitting by her. In her sleep she pulled it out and said something abouta letter and Papa. I wanted to see Papa's face, for I never did, becausethe big picture of him is gone from the gallery where the others are, soI peeped into the case when she let it drop and was so disappointed tofind nothing but a key. "

"A key! What sort of a key?" cried Paul in an eager tone. 

"Oh, a little silver one like the key of my piano, or the black cabinet. She woke and was very angry to find me meddling. "

"What did it belong to?" asked Paul. 

"Her treasure box, she said, but I don't know where or what that is, andI dare not ask any more, for she forbade my speaking to her about it. Poor Mamma! I'm always troubling her in some way or other. "

With a penitent sigh, Lillian tied up her flowers and handed them toPaul to carry. As she did so, the change in his face struck her. 

"How grim and old you look, " she exclaimed. "Have I said anything thattroubles you?"

"No, Miss Lillian. I'm only thinking. "

"Then I wish you wouldn't think, for you get a great wrinkle in yourforehead, your eyes grow almost black, and your mouth looks fierce. Youare a very odd person, Paul; one minute as gay as any boy, and the nextas grave and stern as a man with a deal of work to do. "

"I _have_ got a deal of work to do, so no wonder I look old and grim. "

"What work, Paul?"

"To make my fortune and win my lady. "

When Paul spoke in that tone and wore that look, Lillian felt as if theyhad changed places, and he was the master and she the servant. Shewondered over this in her childish mind, but proud and willful as shewas, she liked it, and obeyed him with unusual meekness when hesuggested that it was time to return. As he rode silently beside her, she stole covert glances at him from under her wide hat brim, andstudied his unconscious face as she had never done before. His lipsmoved now and then but uttered no audible sound, his black brows wereknit, and once his hand went to his breast as if he thought of thelittle sweetheart whose picture lay there. 

He's got a trouble. I wish he'd tell me and let me help him if I can. I'll make him show me that miniature someday, for I'm interested in thatgirl, thought Lillian with a pensive sigh. 

As he held his hand for her little foot in dismounting her at the halldoor, Paul seemed to have shaken off his grave mood, for he looked upand smiled at her with his blithest expression. But Lillian appeared tobe the thoughtful one now and with an air of dignity, very pretty andbecoming, thanked her young squire in a stately manner and swept intothe house, looking tall and womanly in her flowing skirts. 

Paul laughed as he glanced after her and, flinging himself onto hishorse, rode away to the stables at a reckless pace, as if to work offsome emotion for which he could find no other vent. 

"Here's a letter for you, lad, all the way from some place in Italy. Whodo you know there?" said Bedford, as the boy came back. 

With a hasty "Thank you, " Paul caught the letter and darted away to hisown room, there to tear it open and, after reading a single line, todrop into a chair as if he had received a sudden blow. Growing paler andpaler he read on, and when the letter fell from his hands he exclaimed, in a tone of despair, "How could he die at such a time!"

For an hour the boy sat thinking intently, with locked door, curtainedwindow, and several papers strewn before him. Letters, memoranda, plans, drawings, and bits of parchment, all of which he took from a smalllocked portfolio always worn about him. Over these he pored with a facein which hope, despondency, resolve, and regret alternated rapidly. Taking the locket out he examined a ring which lay in one side, and thechildish face which smiled on him from the other. His eyes filled as helocked and put it by, saying tenderly, "Dear little heart! I'll notforget or desert her whatever happens. Time must help me, and to time Imust leave my work. One more attempt and then I'm off. "

 * * * * *

"I'll go to bed now, Hester; but while you get my things ready I'll takea turn in the corridor. The air will refresh me. "

As she spoke, Lady Trevlyn drew her wrapper about her and paced softlydown the long hall lighted only by fitful gleams of moonlight and theruddy glow of the fire. At the far end was the state chamber, never usednow, and never visited except by Hester, who occasionally went in todust and air it, and my lady, who always passed the anniversary of SirRichard's death alone there. The gallery was very dark, and she seldomwent farther than the last window in her restless walks, but as she nowapproached she was startled to see a streak of yellow light under thedoor. She kept the key herself and neither she nor Hester had been therethat day. A cold shiver passed over her for, as she looked, the shadowof a foot darkened the light for a moment and vanished as if someone hadnoiselessly passed. Obeying a sudden impulse, my lady sprang forward andtried to open the door. It was locked, but as her hand turned the silverknob a sound as if a drawer softly closed met her ear. She stooped tothe keyhole but it was dark, a key evidently being in the lock. She drewback and flew to her room, snatched the key from her dressing table, and, bidding Hester follow, returned to the hall. 

"What is it, my lady?" cried the woman, alarmed at the agitation of hermistress. 

"A light, a sound, a shadow in the state chamber. Come quick!" criedLady Trevlyn, adding, as she pointed to the door, "There, there, thelight shines underneath. Do you see it?"

"No, my lady, it's dark, " returned Hester. 

It was, but never pausing my lady thrust in the key, and to her surpriseit turned, the door flew open, and the dim, still room was before them. Hester boldly entered, and while her mistress slowly followed, shesearched the room, looking behind the tall screen by the hearth, up thewide chimney, in the great wardrobe, and under the ebony cabinet, whereall the relics of Sir Richard were kept. Nothing appeared, not even amouse, and Hester turned to my lady with an air of relief. But hermistress pointed to the bed shrouded in dark velvet hangings, andwhispered breathlessly, "You forgot to look there. "

Hester had not forgotten, but in spite of her courage and good sense sheshrank a little from looking at the spot where she had last seen hermaster's dead face. She believed the light and sound to be phantoms ofmy lady's distempered fancy, and searched merely to satisfy her. Themystery of Sir Richard's death still haunted the minds of all whoremembered it, and even Hester felt a superstitious dread of that room. With a nervous laugh she looked under the bed and, drawing back theheavy curtains, said soothingly, "You see, my lady, there's nothingthere. "

But the words died on her lips, for, as the pale glimmer of the candlepierced the gloom of that funeral couch, both saw a face upon thepillow: a pale face framed in dark hair and beard, with closed eyes andthe stony look the dead wear. A loud, long shriek that roused the housebroke from Lady Trevlyn as she fell senseless at the bedside, anddropping both curtain and candle Hester caught up her mistress and fledfrom the haunted room, locking the door behind her. 

In a moment a dozen servants were about them, and into their astonishedears Hester poured her story while vainly trying to restore her lady. Great was the dismay and intense the unwillingness of anyone to obeywhen Hester ordered the men to search the room again, for she was thefirst to regain her self-possession. 

"Where's Paul? He's the heart of a man, boy though he is, " she saidangrily as the men hung back. 

"He's not here. Lord! Maybe it was him a-playing tricks, though it ain'tlike him, " cried Bessy, Lillian's little maid. 

"No, it can't be him, for I locked him in myself. He walks in his sleepsometimes, and I was afraid he'd startle my lady. Let him sleep; thiswould only excite him and set him to marching again. Follow me, Bedfordand James, I'm not afraid of ghosts or rogues. "

With a face that belied her words Hester led the way to the awful room, and flinging back the curtain resolutely looked in. The bed was empty, but on the pillow was plainly visible the mark of a head and a singlescarlet stain, as of blood. At that sight Hester turned pale and caughtthe butler's arm, whispering with a shudder, "Do you remember the nightwe put him in his coffin, the drop of blood that fell from his whitelips? Sir Richard has been here. "

"Good Lord, ma'am, don't say that! We can never rest in our beds if suchthings are to happen, " gasped Bedford, backing to the door. 

"It's no use to look, we've found all we shall find so go your ways andtell no one of this, " said the woman in a gloomy tone, and, havingassured herself that the windows were fast, Hester locked the room andordered everyone but Bedford and the housekeeper to bed. "Do you sitoutside my lady's door till morning, " she said to the butler, "and you, Mrs. Price, help me to tend my poor lady, for if I'm not mistaken thisnight's work will bring on the old trouble. "

Morning came, and with it a new alarm; for, though his door was fastlocked and no foothold for even a sparrow outside the window, Paul'sroom was empty, and the boy nowhere to be found. 

Chapter V

A HERO

Four years had passed, and Lillian was fast blooming into a lovelywoman: proud and willful as ever, but very charming, and already a bellein the little world where she still reigned a queen. Owing to hermother's ill health, she was allowed more freedom than is usuallypermitted to an English girl of her age; and, during the season, oftenwent into company with a friend of Lady Trevlyn's who was chaperoningtwo young daughters of her own. To the world Lillian seemed a gay, free-hearted girl; and no one, not even her mother, knew how well sheremembered and how much she missed the lost Paul. No tidings of him hadever come, and no trace of him was found after his flight. Nothing wasmissed, he went without his wages, and no reason could be divined forhis departure except the foreign letter. Bedford remembered it, butforgot what postmark it bore, for he had only been able to decipher"Italy. " My lady made many inquiries and often spoke of him; but whenmonth after month passed and no news came, she gave him up, and onLillian's account feigned to forget him. Contrary to Hester's fear, shedid not seem the worse for the nocturnal fright, but evidently connectedthe strange visitor with Paul, or, after a day or two of nervousexhaustion, returned to her usual state of health. Hester had her ownmisgivings, but, being forbidden to allude to the subject, she held herpeace, after emphatically declaring that Paul would yet appear to sether mind at rest. 

"Lillian, Lillian, I've such news for you! Come and hear a charminglittle romance, and prepare to see the hero of it!" cried MaudChurchill, rushing into her friend's pretty boudoir one day in theheight of the season. 

Lillian lay on a couch, rather languid after a ball, and listlesslybegged Maud to tell her story, for she was dying to be amused. 

"Well my, dear, just listen and you'll be as enthusiastic as I am, "cried Maud. And throwing her bonnet on one chair, her parasol onanother, and her gloves anywhere, she settled herself on the couch andbegan: "You remember reading in the papers, some time ago, that fineaccount of the young man who took part in the Italian revolution and didthat heroic thing with the bombshell?"

"Yes, what of him?" asked Lillian, sitting up. 

"He is my hero, and we are to see him tonight. "

"Go on, go on! Tell all, and tell it quickly, " she cried. 

"You know the officers were sitting somewhere, holding a council, whilethe city (I forget the name) was being bombarded, and how a shell cameinto the midst of them, how they sat paralyzed, expecting it to burst, and how this young man caught it up and ran out with it, risking his ownlife to save theirs?"

"Yes, yes, I remember!" And Lillian's listless face kindled at therecollection. 

"Well, an Englishman who was there was so charmed by the act that, finding the young man was poor and an orphan, he adopted him. Mr. Talbotwas old, and lonely, and rich, and when he died, a year after, he lefthis name and fortune to this Paolo. "

"I'm glad, I'm glad!" cried Lillian, clapping her hands with a joyfulface. "How romantic and charming it is!"

"Isn't it? But, my dear creature, the most romantic part is to come. Young Talbot served in the war, and then came to England to takepossession of his property. It's somewhere down in Kent, a fine placeand good income, all his; and he deserves it. Mamma heard a deal abouthim from Mrs. Langdon, who knew old Talbot and has seen the young man. Of course all the girls are wild to behold him, for he is very handsomeand accomplished, and a gentleman by birth. But the dreadful part isthat he is already betrothed to a lovely Greek girl, who came over atthe same time, and is living in London with a companion; quiteelegantly, Mrs. Langdon says, for she called and was charmed. This girl has been seen by some of our gentlemen friends, and theyalready rave about the 'fair Helene, ' for that's her name. "

Here Maud was forced to stop for breath, and Lillian had a chance toquestion her. 

"How old is she?"

"About eighteen or nineteen, they say. "

"Very pretty?"

"Ravishing, regularly Greek and divine, Fred Raleigh says. "

"When is she to be married?"

"Don't know; when Talbot gets settled, I fancy. "

"And he? Is he as charming as she?"

"Quite, I'm told. He's just of age, and is, in appearance as ineverything else, a hero of romance. "

"How came your mother to secure him for tonight?"

"Mrs. Langdon is dying to make a lion of him, and begged to bring him. He is very indifferent on such things and seems intent on his ownaffairs. Is grave and old for his years, and doesn't seem to care muchfor pleasure and admiration, as most men would after a youth like his, for he has had a hard time, I believe. For a wonder, he consented tocome when Mrs. Langdon asked him, and I flew off at once to tell you andsecure you for tonight. "

"A thousand thanks. I meant to rest, for Mamma frets about my being sogay; but she won't object to a quiet evening with you. What shall wewear?" And here the conversation branched off on the all-absorbing topicof dress. 

When Lillian joined her friend that evening, the hero had alreadyarrived, and, stepping into a recess, she waited to catch a glimpse ofhim. Maud was called away, and she was alone when the crowd about theinner room thinned and permitted young Talbot to be seen. Well forLillian that no one observed her at that moment, for she grew pale andsank into a chair, exclaiming below her breath, "It is Paul--_my_ Paul!"

She recognized him instantly, in spite of increased height, a darkmoustache, and martial bearing. It was Paul, older, graver, handsomer, but still "her Paul, " as she called him, with a flush of pride anddelight as she watched him, and felt that of all there she knew him bestand loved him most. For the childish affection still existed, and thisdiscovery added a tinge of romance that made it doubly dangerous as wellas doubly pleasant. 

Will he know me? she thought, glancing at a mirror which reflected aslender figure with bright hair, white arms, and brilliant eyes; agraceful little head, proudly carried, and a sweet mouth, just then verycharming, as it smiled till pearly teeth shone between the ruddy lips. 

I'm glad I'm not ugly, and I hope he'll like me, she thought, as shesmoothed the golden ripples on her forehead, settled her sash, and shookout the folds of her airy dress in a flutter of girlish excitement. "I'll pretend not to know him, when we meet, and see what he will do, "she said, with a wicked sense of power; for being forewarned she wasforearmed, and, fearing no betrayal of surprise on her own part, waseager to enjoy any of which he might be guilty. 

Leaving her nook, she joined a group of young friends and held herselfprepared for the meeting. Presently she saw Maud and Mrs. Langdonapproaching, evidently intent on presenting the hero to the heiress. 

"Mr. Talbot, Miss Trevlyn, " said the lady. And looking up with awell-assumed air of indifference, Lillian returned the gentleman's bowwith her eyes fixed full upon his face. 

Not a feature of that face changed, and so severely unconscious of anyrecognition was it that the girl was bewildered. For a moment shefancied she had been mistaken in his identity, and a pang ofdisappointment troubled her; but as he moved a chair for Maud, she sawon the one ungloved hand a little scar which she remembered well, for hereceived it in saving her from a dangerous fall. At the sight all thehappy past rose before her, and if her telltale eyes had not beenaverted they would have betrayed her. A sudden flush of maidenly shamedyed her cheek as she remembered that last ride, and the childishconfidences then interchanged. This Helen was the little sweetheartwhose picture he wore, and now, in spite of all obstacles, he had wonboth fortune and ladylove. The sound of his voice recalled her thoughts, and glancing up she met the deep eyes fixed on her with the same steadylook they used to wear. He had addressed her, but what he said she knewnot, beyond a vague idea that it was some slight allusion to the musicgoing on in the next room. With a smile which would serve for an answerto almost any remark, she hastily plunged into conversation with acomposure that did her credit in the eyes of her friends, who stood inawe of the young hero, for all were but just out. 

"Mr. Talbot hardly needs an introduction here, for his name iswell-known among us, though this is perhaps his first visit to England?"she said, flattering herself that this artful speech would entrap himinto the reply she wanted. 

With a slight frown, as if the allusion to his adventure rather annoyedhim, and a smile that puzzled all but Lillian, he answered very simply, "It is not my first visit to this hospitable island. I was here a fewyears ago, for a short time, and left with regret. "

"Then you have old friends here?" And Lillian watched him as she spoke. 

"I had. They had doubtless forgotten me now, " he said, with a suddenshadow marring the tranquillity of his face. 

"Why doubt them? If they were true friends, they will not forget. "

The words were uttered impulsively, almost warmly, but Talbot made noresponse, except a polite inclination and an abrupt change in theconversation. 

"That remains to be proved. Do you sing, Miss Trevlyn?"

"A little. " And Lillian's tone was both cold and proud. 

"A great deal, and very charmingly, " added Maud, who took pride in herfriend's gifts both of voice and beauty. "Come, dear, there are so fewof us you will sing, I know. Mamma desired me to ask you when Edith haddone. "

To her surprise Lillian complied, and allowed Talbot to lead her to theinstrument. Still hoping to win some sign of recognition from him, thegirl chose an air he taught her and sang it with a spirit and skill thatsurprised the listeners who possessed no key to her mood. At the lastverse her voice suddenly faltered, but Talbot took up the song andcarried her safely through it with his well-tuned voice. 

"You know the air then?" she said in a low tone, as a hum ofcommendation followed the music. 

"All Italians sing it, though few do it like yourself, " he answeredquietly, restoring the fan he had held while standing beside her. 

Provoking boy! why won't he know me? thought Lillian. And her tone wasalmost petulant as she refused to sing again. 

Talbot offered his arm and led her to a seat, behind which stood alittle statuette of a child holding a fawn by a daisy chain. 

"Pretty, isn't it?" she said, as he paused to look at it instead oftaking the chair before her. "I used to enjoy modeling tiny deer andhinds in wax, as well as making daisy chains. Is sculpture among themany accomplishments which rumor tells us you possess?"

"No. Those who, like me, have their own fortunes to mold find time forlittle else, " he answered gravely, still examining the marble group. 

Lillian broke her fan with an angry flirt, for she was tired of hertrial, and wished she had openly greeted him at the beginning; feelingnow how pleasant it would have been to sit chatting of old times, whileher friends dared hardly address him at all. She was on the point ofcalling him by his former name, when the remembrance of what he had beenarrested the words on her lips. He was proud; would he not dread to haveit known that, in his days of adversity, he had been a servant? For ifshe betrayed her knowledge of his past, she would be forced to tellwhere and how that knowledge was gained. No, better wait till they metalone, she thought; he would thank her for her delicacy, and she couldeasily explain her motive. He evidently wished to seem a stranger, foronce she caught a gleam of the old, mirthful mischief in his eye, as sheglanced up unexpectedly. He did remember her, she was sure, yet wastrying her, perhaps, as she tried him. Well, she would stand the testand enjoy the joke by-and-by. With this fancy in her head she assumed agracious air and chatted away in her most charming style, feeling bothgay and excited, so anxious was she to please, and so glad to recoverher early friend. A naughty whim seized her as her eye fell on aportfolio of classical engravings which someone had left in disorder ona table near her. Tossing them over she asked his opinion of several, and then handed him one in which Helen of Troy was represented as givingher hand to the irresistible Paris. 

"Do you think her worth so much bloodshed, and deserving so muchpraise?" she asked, vainly trying to conceal the significant smile thatwould break loose on her lips and sparkle in her eyes. 

Talbot laughed the short, boyish laugh so familiar to her ears, as heglanced from the picture to the arch questioner, and answered in a tonethat made her heart beat with a nameless pain and pleasure, so full ofsuppressed ardor was it:

"Yes! 'All for love or the world well lost' is a saying I heartily agreeto. La belle Helene is my favorite heroine, and I regard Paris as themost enviable of men. "

"I should like to see her. "

The wish broke from Lillian involuntarily, and she was too much confusedto turn it off by any general expression of interest in the classicallady. 

"You may sometime, " answered Talbot, with an air of amusement; adding, as if to relieve her, "I have a poetical belief that all the lovelywomen of history or romance will meet, and know, and love each other insome charming hereafter. "

"But I'm no heroine and no beauty, so I shall never enter your poeticalparadise, " said Lillian, with a pretty affectation of regret. 

"Some women are beauties without knowing it, and the heroines ofromances never given to the world. I think you and Helen will yet meet, Miss Trevlyn. "

As he spoke, Mrs. Langdon beckoned, and he left her pondering over hislast words, and conscious of a secret satisfaction in his impliedpromise that she should see his betrothed. 

"How do you like him?" whispered Maud, slipping into the empty chair. 

"Very well, " was the composed reply; for Lillian enjoyed her littlemystery too much to spoil it yet. 

"What did you say to him? I longed to hear, for you seemed to enjoyyourselves very much, but I didn't like to be a marplot. "

Lillian repeated a part of the conversation, and Maud professed to beconsumed with jealousy at the impression her friend had evidently made. 

"It is folly to try to win the hero, for he is already won, you know, "answered Lillian, shutting the cover on the pictured Helen with a suddenmotion as if glad to extinguish her. 

"Oh dear, no; Mrs. Langdon just told Mamma that she was mistaken abouttheir being engaged; for she asked him and he shook his head, sayingHelen was his ward. "

"But that is absurd, for he's only a boy himself. It's very odd, isn'tit? Never mind, I shall soon know all about it. "

"How?" cried Maud, amazed at Lillian's assured manner. 

"Wait a day or two and, I'll tell you a romance in return for yours. Your mother beckons to me, so I know Hester has come. Good night. I'vehad a charming time. "

And with this tantalizing adieu, Lillian slipped away. Hester waswaiting in the carriage, but as Lillian appeared, Talbot put aside thefootman and handed her in, saying very low, in the well-remembered tone:

"Good night, my little mistress. "

Chapter VI

FAIR HELEN

To no one but her mother and Hester did Lillian confide the discoveryshe had made. None of the former servants but old Bedford remained withthem, and till Paul chose to renew the old friendship it was best toremain silent. Great was the surprise and delight of our lady and Hesterat the good fortune of their protege, and many the conjectures as to howhe would explain his hasty flight. 

"You will go and see him, won't you, Mamma, or at least inquire abouthim?" said Lillian, eager to assure the wanderer of a welcome, for thosefew words of his had satisfied her entirely. 

"No, dear, it is for him to seek us, and till he does, I shall make nosign. He knows where we are, and if he chooses he can renew theacquaintance so strangely broken off. Be patient, and above all thingsremember, Lillian, that you are no longer a child, " replied my lady, rather disturbed by her daughter's enthusiastic praises of Paul. 

"I wish I was, for then I might act as I feel, and not be afraid ofshocking the proprieties. " And Lillian went to bed to dream of her hero. 

For three days she stayed at home, expecting Paul, but he did not come, and she went out for her usual ride in the Park, hoping to meet him. Anelderly groom now rode behind her, and she surveyed him with extremedisgust, as she remembered the handsome lad who had once filled thatplace. Nowhere did Paul appear, but in the Ladies' Mile she passed anelegant brougham in which sat a very lovely girl and a mild old lady. 

"That is Talbot's fiancee, " said Maud Churchill, who had joined her. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Not at all--yes, very, " was Lillian's somewhat peculiar reply, forjealousy and truth had a conflict just then. "He's so perfectly absorbedand devoted that I am sure that story is true, so adieu to our hopes, "laughed Maud. 

"Did you have any? Good-bye, I must go. " And Lillian rode home at a pacewhich caused the stout groom great distress. 

"Mamma, I've seen Paul's betrothed!" she cried, running into hermother's boudoir. 

"And I have seen Paul himself, " replied my lady, with a warning look, for there he stood, with half-extended hand, as if waiting to beacknowledged. 

Lillian forgot her embarrassment in her pleasure, and made him anelaborate curtsy, saying, with a half-merry, half-reproachful glance, "Mr. Talbot is welcome in whatever guise he appears. "

"I choose to appear as Paul, then, and offer you a seat, Miss Lillian, "he said, assuming as much of his boyish manner as he could. 

Lillian took it and tried to feel at ease, but the difference betweenthe lad she remembered and the man she now saw was too great to beforgotten. 

"Now tell us your adventures, and why you vanished away so mysteriouslyfour years ago, " she said, with a touch of the childish imperiousness inher voice, though her frank eyes fell before his. 

"I was about to do so when you appeared with news concerning my cousin, "he began. 

"Your cousin!" exclaimed Lillian. 

"Yes, Helen's mother and my own were sisters. Both married Englishmen, both died young, leaving us to care for each other. We were like abrother and sister, and always together till I left her to serve ColonelDaventry. The death of the old priest to whom I entrusted her recalledme to Genoa, for I was then her only guardian. I meant to have takenleave of you, my lady, properly, but the consequences of that foolishtrick of mine frightened me away in the most unmannerly fashion. "

"Ah, it was you, then, in the state chamber; I always thought so, " andLady Trevlyn drew a long breath of relief. 

"Yes, I heard it whispered among the servants that the room was haunted, and I felt a wish to prove the truth of the story and my own courage. Hester locked me in, for fear of my sleepwalking; but I lowered myselfby a rope and then climbed in at the closet window of the state chamber. When you came, my lady, I thought it was Hester, and slipped into thebed, meaning to give her a fright in return for her turning the key onme. But when your cry showed me what I had done, I was filled withremorse, and escaped as quickly and quietly as possible. I should haveasked pardon before; I do now, most humbly, my lady, for it wassacrilege to play pranks _there_. "

During the first part of his story Paul's manner had been frank andcomposed, but in telling the latter part, his demeanor underwent acurious change. He fixed his eyes on the ground and spoke as ifrepeating a lesson, while his color varied, and a half-proud, half-submissive expression replaced the former candid one. Lillianobserved this, and it disturbed her, but my lady took it for shame athis boyish freak and received his confession kindly, granting a freepardon and expressing sincere pleasure at his amended fortunes. As helistened, Lillian saw him clench his hand hard and knit his brows, assuming the grim look she had often seen, as if trying to steel himselfagainst some importunate emotion or rebellious thought. 

"Yes, half my work is done, and I have a home, thanks to my generousbenefactor, and I hope to enjoy it well and wisely, " he said in a gravetone, as if the fortune had not yet brought him his heart's desire. 

"And when is the other half of the work to be accomplished, Paul? Thatdepends on your cousin, perhaps. " And Lady Trevlyn regarded him with agleam of womanly curiosity in her melancholy eyes. 

"It does, but not in the way you fancy, my lady. Whatever Helen may be, she is not my fiancee yet, Miss Lillian. " And the shadow lifted as helaughed, looking at the young lady, who was decidedly abashed, in spiteof a sense of relief caused by his words. 

"I merely accepted the world's report, " she said, affecting a nonchalantair. 

"The world is a liar, as you will find in time" was his abrupt reply. 

"I hope to see this beautiful cousin, Paul. Will she receive us as oldfriends of yours?"

"Thanks, not yet, my lady. She is still too much a stranger here toenjoy new faces, even kind ones. I have promised perfect rest andfreedom for a tune, but you shall be the first whom she receives. "

Again Lillian detected the secret disquiet which possessed him, and hercuriosity was roused. It piqued her that this Helen felt no desire tomeet her and chose to seclude herself, as if regardless of the interestand admiration she excited. "I _will_ see her in spite of her refusal, for I only caught a glimpse in the Park. Something is wrong, and I'lldiscover it, for it evidently worries Paul, and perhaps I can help him. "

As this purpose sprang up in the warm but willful heart of the girl, sheregained her spirits and was her most charming self while the young manstayed. They talked of many things in a pleasant, confidential manner, though when Lillian recalled that hour, she was surprised to find howlittle Paul had really told them of his past life or future plans. Itwas agreed among them to say nothing of their former relations, exceptto old Bedford, who was discretion itself, but to appear to the world asnew-made friends--thus avoiding unpleasant and unnecessary explanationswhich would only excite gossip. My lady asked him to dine, but he hadbusiness out of town and declined, taking his leave with a lingeringlook, which made Lillian steal away to study her face in the mirror andwonder if she looked her best, for in Paul's eyes she had readundisguised admiration. 

Lady Trevlyn went to her room to rest, leaving the girl free to ride, drive, or amuse herself as she liked. As if fearing her courage wouldfail if she delayed, Lillian ordered the carriage, and, bidding Hestermount guard over her, she drove away to St. John's Wood. 

"Now, Hester, don't lecture or be prim when I tell you that we are goingon a frolic, " she began, after getting the old woman into an amiablemood by every winning wile she could devise. "I think you'll like it, and if it's found out I'll take the blame. There is some mystery aboutPaul's cousin, and I'm going to find it out. "

"Bless you, child, how?"

"She lives alone here, is seldom seen, and won't go anywhere or receiveanyone. That's not natural in a pretty girl. Paul won't talk about her, and, though he's fond of her, he always looks grave and grim when I askquestions. That's provoking, and I won't hear it. Maud is engaged toRaleigh, you know; well, he confided to her that he and a friend hadfound out where Helen was, had gone to the next villa, which is empty, and under pretense of looking at it got a peep at the girl in hergarden. I'm going to do the same. "

"And what am _I_ to do?" asked Hester, secretly relishing the prank, for she was dying with curiosity to behold Paul's cousin. 

"You are to do the talking with the old woman, and give me a chance tolook. Now say you will, and I'll behave myself like an angel in return. "

Hester yielded, after a few discreet scruples, and when they reachedLaburnum Lodge played her part so well that Lillian soon managed tostray away into one of the upper rooms which overlooked the neighboringgarden. Helen was there, and with eager eyes the girl scrutinized her. She was very beautiful, in the classical style; as fair and finelymolded as a statue, with magnificent dark hair and eyes, and possessedof that perfect grace which is as effective as beauty. She was alone, and when first seen was bending over a flower which she caressed andseemed to examine with great interest as she stood a long timemotionless before it. Then she began to pace slowly around and aroundthe little grass plot, her hands hanging loosely clasped before her, andher eyes fixed on vacancy as if absorbed in thought. But as the firsteffect of her beauty passed away, Lillian found something peculiar abouther. It was not the somewhat foreign dress and ornaments she wore; itwas in her face, her movements, and the tone of her voice, for as shewalked she sang a low, monotonous song, as if unconsciously. Lillianwatched her keenly, marking the aimless motions of the little hands, theapathy of the lovely face, and the mirthless accent of the voice; butmost of all the vacant fixture of the great dark eyes. Around and aroundshe went, with an elastic step and a mechanical regularity wearisome towitness. 

What is the matter with her? thought Lillian anxiously, as this painfulimpression increased with every scrutiny of the unconscious girl. Soabashed was she that Hester's call was unheard, and Hester was unseen asshe came and stood beside her. Both looked a moment, and as they lookedan old lady came from the house and led Helen in, still murmuring hermonotonous song and moving her hands as if to catch and hold thesunshine. 

"Poor dear, poor dear. No wonder Paul turns sad and won't talk of her, and that she don't see anyone, " sighed Hester pitifully. 

"What is it? I see, but don't understand, " whispered Lillian. 

"She's an innocent, deary, an idiot, though that's a hard word for apretty creature like her. "

"How terrible! Come away, Hester, and never breathe to anyone what wehave seen. " And with a shudder and sense of pain and pity lying heavy ather heart, she hurried away, feeling doubly guilty in the discovery ofthis affliction. The thought of it haunted her continually; the memoryof the lonely girl gave her no peace; and a consciousness of deceitburdened her unspeakably, especially in Paul's presence. This lasted fora week, then Lillian resolved to confess, hoping that when he found sheknew the truth he would let her share his cross and help to lighten it. Waiting her opportunity, she seized a moment when her mother was absent, and with her usual frankness spoke out impetuously. 

"Paul, I've done wrong, and I can have no peace till I am pardoned. Ihave seen Helen. "

"Where, when, and how?" he asked, looking disturbed and yet relieved. 

She told him rapidly, and as she ended she looked up at him with hersweet face, so full of pity, shame, and grief it would have beenimpossible to deny her anything. 

"Can you forgive me for discovering this affliction?"

"I think I could forgive you a far greater fault, Lillian, " he answered, in a tone that said many things. 

"But deceit is so mean, so dishonorable and contemptible, how can you soeasily pardon it in me?" she asked, quite overcome by this forgiveness, granted without any reproach. 

"Then you would find it hard to pardon such a thing in another?" hesaid, with the expression that always puzzled her. 

"Yes, it would be hard; but in those I loved, I could forgive much forlove's sake. "

With a sudden gesture he took her hand saying, impulsively, "How littlechanged you are! Do you remember that last ride of ours nearly fiveyears ago?"

"Yes, Paul, " she answered, with averted eyes. 

"And what we talked of?"

"A part of that childish gossip I remember well. "

"Which part?"

"The pretty little romance you told me. " And Lillian looked up now, longing to ask if Helen's childhood had been blighted like her youth. 

Paul dropped her hand as if he, read her thoughts, and his own hand wentinvoluntarily toward his breast, betraying that the locket still hungthere. 

"What did I say?" he asked, smiling at her sudden shyness. 

"You vowed you'd win and wed your fair little lady-love if you lived. "

"And so I will, " he cried, with sudden fire in his eyes. 

"What, marry her?"

"Aye, that I will. "

"Oh Paul, will you tie yourself for life to a--" The word died on herlips, but a gesture of repugnance finished the speech. 

"A what?" he demanded, excitedly. 

"An innocent, one bereft of reason, " stammered Lillian, entirelyforgetting herself in her interest for him. 

"Of whom do you speak?" asked Paul, looking utterly bewildered, "Of poor Helen. "

"Good heavens, who told you that base lie?" And his voice deepened withindignant pain. 

"I saw her, you did not deny her affliction; Hester said so, and Ibelieved it. Have I wronged her, Paul?"

"Yes, cruelly. She is blind, but no idiot, thank God. "

There was such earnestness in his voice, such reproach in his words, andsuch ardor in his eye, that Lillian's pride gave way, and with a brokenentreaty for pardon, she covered up her face, weeping the bitteresttears she ever shed. For in that moment, and the sharp pang it broughther, she felt how much she loved Paul and how hard it was to lose him. The childish affection had blossomed into a woman's passion, and in afew short weeks had passed through many phases of jealousy, hope, despair, and self-delusion. The joy she felt on seeing him again, thepride she took in him, the disgust Helen caused her, the relief she hadnot dared to own even to herself, when she fancied fate had put aninsurmountable barrier between Paul and his cousin, the despair atfinding it only a fancy, and the anguish of hearing him declare hisunshaken purpose to marry his first love--all these conflicting emotionshad led to this hard moment, and now self-control deserted her in herneed. In spite of her efforts the passionate tears would have their way, though Paul soothed her with assurances of entire forgiveness, promisesof Helen's friendship, and every gentle device he could imagine. Shecommanded herself at last by a strong effort, murmuring eagerly as sheshrank from the hand that put back her fallen hair, and the face so fullof tender sympathy bending over her:

"I am so grieved and ashamed at what I have said and done. I shall neverdare to see Helen. Forgive me, and forget this folly. I'm sad andheavyhearted just now; it's the anniversary of Papa's death, and Mammaalways suffers so much at such times that I get nervous. "

"It is your birthday also. I remembered it, and ventured to bring alittle token in return for the one you gave me long ago. This is atalisman, and tomorrow I will tell you the legend concerning it. Wear itfor my sake, and God bless you, dear. "

The last words were whispered hurriedly; Lillian saw the glitter of anantique ring, felt the touch of bearded lips on her hand, and Paul wasgone. 

But as he left the house he set his teeth, exclaiming low to himself, "Yes, tomorrow there shall be an end of this! We must risk everythingand abide the consequences now. I'll have no more torment for any ofus. "

Chapter VII

THE SECRET KEY

"Is Lady Trevlyn at home, Bedford?" asked Paul, as he presented himselfat an early hour next day, wearing the keen, stern expression which madehim look ten years older than he was. 

"No, sir, my lady and Miss Lillian went down to the Hall last night. "

"No ill news, I hope?" And the young man's eye kindled as if he felt acrisis at hand. 

"Not that I heard, sir. Miss Lillian took one of her sudden whims andwould have gone alone, if my lady hadn't given in much against her will, this being a time when she is better away from the place. "

"Did they leave no message for me?"

"Yes, sir. Will you step in and read the note at your ease. We are insad confusion, but this room is in order. "

Leading the way to Lillian's boudoir, the man presented the note andretired. A few hasty lines from my lady, regretting the necessity ofthis abrupt departure, yet giving no reason for it, hoping they mightmeet next season, but making no allusion to seeing him at the Hall, desiring Lillian's thanks and regards, but closing with no hint ofHelen, except compliments. Paul smiled as he threw it into the fire, saying to himself, "Poor lady, she thinks she has escaped the danger byflying, and Lillian tries to hide her trouble from me. Tender littleheart! I'll comfort it without delay. "

He sat looking about the dainty room still full of tokens of herpresence. The piano stood open with a song he liked upon the rack; a bitof embroidery, whose progress he had often watched, lay in her basketwith the little thimble near it; there was a strew of papers on thewriting table, torn notes, scraps of drawing, and ball cards; apearl-colored glove lay on the floor; and in the grate the faded flowershe had brought two days before. As his eye roved to and fro, he seemedto enjoy some happy dream, broken too soon by the sound of servantsshutting up the house. He arose but lingered near the table, as iflonging to search for some forgotten hint of himself. 

"No, there has been enough lock picking and stealthy work; I'll do nomore for her sake. This theft will harm no one and tell no tales. " Andsnatching up the glove, Paul departed. 

"Helen, the time has come. Are you ready?" he asked, entering her rooman hour later. 

"I am ready. " And rising, she stretched her hand to him with a proudexpression, contrasting painfully with her helpless gesture. 

"They have gone to the Hall, and we must follow. It is useless to waitlonger; we gain nothing by it, and the claim must stand on such proof aswe have, or fall for want of that one link. I am tired of disguise. Iwant to be myself and enjoy what I have won, unless I lose it all. "

"Paul, whatever happens, remember we cling together and share good orevil fortune as we always have done. I am a burden, but I cannot livewithout you, for you are my world. Do not desert me. "

She groped her way to him and clung to his strong arm as if it was heronly stay. Paul drew her close, saying wistfully, as he caressed thebeautiful sightless face leaning on his shoulder, "_Mia cara_, would itbreak your heart, if at the last hour I gave up all and let the wordremain unspoken? My courage fails me, and in spite of the hard past Iwould gladly leave them in peace. "

"No, no, you shall not give it up!" cried Helen almost fiercely, whilethe slumbering fire of her southern nature flashed into her face. "Youhave waited so long, worked so hard, suffered so much, you must not loseyour reward. You promised, and you must keep the promise. "

"But it is so beautiful, so noble to forgive, and return a blessing fora curse. Let us bury the old feud, and right the old wrong in a new way. Those two are so blameless, it is cruel to visit the sins of the dead ontheir innocent heads. My lady has suffered enough already, and Lillianis so young, so happy, so unfit to meet a storm like this. Oh, Helen, mercy is more divine than justice. "

Something moved Paul deeply, and Helen seemed about to yield, when thename of Lillian wrought a subtle change in her. The color died out ofher face, her black eyes burned with a gloomy fire, and her voice wasrelentless as she answered, while her frail hands held him fast, "I willnot let you give it up. We are as innocent as they; we have sufferedmore; and we deserve our rights, for we have no sin to expiate. Go on, Paul, and forget the sentimental folly that unmans you. "

Something in her words seemed to sting or wound him. His face darkened, and he put her away, saying briefly, "Let it be so then. In an hour wemust go. "

On the evening of the same day, Lady Trevlyn and her daughter sattogether in the octagon room at the Hall. Twilight was falling andcandles were not yet brought, but a cheery fire blazed in the widechimney, filling the apartment with a ruddy glow, turning Lillian'sbright hair to gold and lending a tinge of color to my lady's pallidcheeks. The girl sat on a low lounging chair before the fire, her headon her hand, her eyes on the red embers, her thoughts--where? My ladylay on her couch, a little in the shadow, regarding her daughter with ananxious air, for over the young face a somber change had passed whichfilled her with disquiet. 

"You are out of spirits, love, " she said at last, breaking the longsilence, as Lillian gave an unconscious sigh and leaned wearily into thedepths of her chair. 

"Yes, Mamma, a little. "

"What is it? Are you ill?"

"No, Mamma; I think London gaiety is rather too much for me. I'm tooyoung for it, as you often say, and I've found it out. "

"Then it is only weariness that makes you so pale and grave, and so benton coming back here?"

Lillian was the soul of truth, and with a moment's hesitation answeredslowly, "Not that alone, Mamma. I'm worried about other things. Don'task me what, please. "

"But I must ask. Tell me, child, what things? Have you seen any one? Hadletters, or been annoyed in any way about--anything?"

My lady spoke with sudden energy and rose on her arm, eyeing the girlwith unmistakable suspicion and excitement. 

"No, Mamma, it's only a foolish trouble of my own, " answered Lillian, with a glance of surprise and a shamefaced look as the words reluctantlyleft her lips. 

"Ah, a love trouble, nothing more? Thank God for that!" And my lady sankback as if a load was off her mind. "Tell me all, my darling; there isno confidante like a mother. "

"You are very kind, and perhaps you can cure my folly if I tell it, andyet I am ashamed, " murmured the girl. Then yielding to an irresistibleimpulse to ask help and sympathy, she added, in an almost inaudibletone, "I came away to escape from Paul. "

"Because he loves you, Lillian?" asked my lady, with a frown and a halfsmile. 

"Because he does _not_ love me, Mamma. " And the poor girl hid herburning cheeks in her hands, as if overwhelmed with maidenly shame atthe implied confession of her own affection. 

"My child, how is this? I cannot but be glad that he does _not_ loveyou; yet it fills me with grief to see that this pains you. He is not amate for you, Lillian. Remember this, and forget the transient regardthat has sprung up from that early intimacy of yours. "

"He is wellborn, and now my equal in fortune, and oh, so much mysuperior in all gifts of mind and heart, " sighed the girl, still withhidden face, for tears were dropping through her slender fingers. 

"It may be, but there is a mystery about him; and I have a vague disliketo him in spite of all that has passed. But, darling, are you sure hedoes not care for you? I fancied I read a different story in his face, and when you begged to leave town so suddenly, I believed that you hadseen this also, and kindly wished to spare him any pain. "

"It was to spare myself. Oh, Mamma, he loves Helen, and will marry heralthough she is blind. He told me this, with a look I could not doubt, and so I came away to hide my sorrow, " sobbed poor Lillian in despair. 

Lady Trevlyn went to her and, laying the bright head on her motherlybosom, said soothingly as she caressed it, "My little girl, it is toosoon for you to know these troubles, and I am punished for yielding toyour entreaties for a peep at the gay world. It is now too late to spareyou this; you have had your wish and must pay its price, dear. But, Lillian, call pride to aid you, and conquer this fruitless love. Itcannot be very deep as yet, for you have known Paul, the man, too shorta time to be hopelessly enamored. Remember, there are others, better, braver, more worthy of you; that life is long, and full of pleasure yetuntried. "

"Have no fears for me, Mamma. I'll not disgrace you or myself by anysentimental folly. I do love Paul, but I can conquer it, and I will. Give me a little time, and you shall see me quite myself again. "

Lillian lifted her head with an air of proud resolve that satisfied hermother, and with a grateful kiss stole away to ease her full heartalone. As she disappeared Lady Trevlyn drew a long breath and, claspingher hands with a gesture of thanksgiving, murmured to herself in anaccent of relief, "Only a love sorrow! I feared it was some new terrorlike the old one. Seventeen years of silence, seventeen years of secretdread and remorse for me, " she said, pacing the room with tightly lockedhands and eyes full of unspeakable anguish. "Oh, Richard, Richard! Iforgave you long ago, and surely I have expiated my innocent offense bythese years of suffering! For her sake I did it, and for her sake Istill keep dumb. God knows I ask nothing for myself but rest andoblivion by your side. "

Half an hour later, Paul stood at the hall door. It was ajar, for thefamily had returned unexpectedly, as was evident from the open doors andempty halls. Entering unseen, he ascended to the room my lady usuallyoccupied. The fire burned low, Lillian's chair was empty, and my ladylay asleep, as if lulled by the sighing winds without and the deepsilence that reigned within. Paul stood regarding her with a great pitysoftening his face as he marked the sunken eyes, pallid cheeks, lockstoo early gray, and restless lips muttering in dreams. 

"I wish I could spare her this, " he sighed, stooping to wake her with aword. But he did not speak, for, suddenly clutching the chain about herneck, she seemed to struggle with some invisible foe and beat it off, muttering audibly as she clenched her thin hands on the golden case. Paul leaned and listened as if the first word had turned him to stone, till the paroxysm had passed, and with a heavy sigh my lady sank into acalmer sleep. Then, with a quick glance over his shoulder, Paulskillfully opened the locket, drew out the silver key, replaced it withone from the piano close by, and stole from the house noiselessly as hehad entered it. 

That night, in the darkest hour before the dawn, a figure went glidingthrough the shadowy Park to its most solitary corner. Here stood thetomb of the Trevlyns, and here the figure paused. A dull spark of lightwoke in its hand, there was a clank of bars, the creak of rusty hinges, then light and figure both seemed swallowed up. 

Standing in the tomb where the air was close and heavy, the pale glimmerof the lantern showed piles of moldering coffins in the niches, andeverywhere lay tokens of decay and death. The man drew his hat lowerover his eyes, pulled the muffler closer about his mouth, and surveyedthe spot with an undaunted aspect, though the beating of his heart washeard in the deep silence. Nearest the door stood a long casket coveredwith black velvet and richly decorated with silver ornaments, tarnishednow. The Trevlyns had been a stalwart race, and the last sleeper broughtthere had evidently been of goodly stature, for the modern coffin was asponderous as the great oaken beds where lay the bones of generations. Lifting the lantern, the intruder brushed the dust from theshield-shaped plate, read the name RICHARD TREVLYN and a date, and, asif satisfied, placed a key in the lock, half-raised the lid, and, averting his head that he might not see the ruin seventeen long yearshad made, he laid his hand on the dead breast and from the folded shrouddrew a mildewed paper. One glance sufficed, the casket was relocked, thedoor rebarred, the light extinguished, and the man vanished like a ghostin the darkness of the wild October night. 

Chapter VIII

WHICH?

"A Gentleman, my lady. "

Taking a card from the silver salver on which the servant offered it, Lady Trevlyn read, "Paul Talbot, " and below the name these penciledwords, "I beseech you to see me. " Lillian stood beside her and saw theline. Their eyes met, and in the girl's face was such a sudden glow ofhope, and love, and longing, that the mother could not doubt ordisappoint her wish. 

"I will see him, " she said. 

"Oh, Mamma, how kind you are!" cried the girl with a passionate embrace, adding breathlessly, "He did not ask for me. I cannot see him yet. I'llhide in the alcove, and can appear or run away as I like when we knowwhy he comes. "

They were in the library, for, knowing Lillian's fondness for the roomwhich held no dark memories for her, my lady conquered her dislike andoften sat there. As she spoke, the girl glided into the deep recess of abay window and drew the heavy curtains just as Paul's step sounded atthe door. 

Hiding her agitation with a woman's skill, my lady rose withoutstretched hand to welcome him. He bowed but did not take the hand, saying, in a voice of grave respect in which was audible an undertone ofstrong emotion, "Pardon me, Lady Trevlyn. Hear what I have to say; andthen if you offer me your hand, I shall gratefully receive it. "

She glanced at him, and saw that he was very pale, that his eyeglittered with suppressed excitement, and his whole manner was that of aman who had nerved himself up to the performance of a difficult butintensely interesting task. Fancying these signs of agitation onlynatural in a young lover coming to woo, my lady smiled, reseatedherself, and calmly answered, "I will listen patiently. Speak freely, Paul, and remember I am an old friend. "

"I wish I could forget it. Then my task would be easier, " he murmured ina voice of mingled regret and resolution, as he leaned on a tall chairopposite and wiped his damp forehead, with a look of such deepcompassion that her heart sank with a nameless fear. 

"I must tell you a long story, and ask your forgiveness for the offensesI committed against you when a boy. A mistaken sense of duty guided me, and I obeyed it blindly. Now I see my error and regret it, " he saidearnestly. 

"Go on, " replied my lady, while the vague dread grew stronger, and shebraced her nerves as for some approaching shock. She forgot Lillian, forgot everything but the strange aspect of the man before her, and thewords to which she listened like a statue. Still standing pale andsteady, Paul spoke rapidly, while his eyes were full of mingledsternness, pity, and remorse. 

"Twenty years ago, an English gentleman met a friend in a little Italiantown, where he had married a beautiful wife. The wife had a sister aslovely as herself, and the young man, during that brief stay, loved andmarried her--in a very private manner, lest his father should disinherithim. A few months passed, and the Englishman was called home to takepossession of his title and estates, the father being dead. He wentalone, promising to send for the wife when all was ready. He told no oneof his marriage, meaning to surprise his English friends by producingthe lovely woman unexpectedly. He had been in England but a short timewhen he received a letter from the old priest of the Italian town, saying the cholera had swept through it, carrying off half itsinhabitants, his wife and friend among others. This blow prostrated theyoung man, and when he recovered he hid his grief, shut himself up inhis country house, and tried to forget. Accident threw in his wayanother lovely woman, and he married again. Before the first year wasout, the friend whom he supposed was dead appeared, and told him thathis wife still lived, and had borne him a child. In the terror andconfusion of the plague, the priest had mistaken one sister for theother, as the elder did die. "

"Yes, yes, I know; go on!" gasped my lady, with white lips, and eyesthat never left the narrator's face. 

"This friend had met with misfortune after flying from the doomedvillage with the surviving sister. They had waited long for letters, hadwritten, and, when no answer came, had been delayed by illness andpoverty from reaching England. At this time the child was born, and thefriend, urged by the wife and his own interest, came here, learned thatSir Richard was married, and hurried to him in much distress. We canimagine the grief and horror of the unhappy man. In that interview thefriend promised to leave all to Sir Richard, to preserve the secret tillsome means of relief could be found; and with this promise he returned, to guard and comfort the forsaken wife. Sir Richard wrote the truth toLady Trevlyn, meaning to kill himself, as the only way of escape fromthe terrible situation between two women, both so beloved, both soinnocently wronged. The pistol lay ready, but death came without itsaid, and Sir Richard was spared the sin of suicide. "

Paul paused for breath, but Lady Trevlyn motioned him to go on, stillsitting rigid and white as the marble image near her. 

"The friend only lived to reach home and tell the story. It killed thewife, and she died, imploring the old priest to see her child rightedand its father's name secured to it. He promised; but he was poor, thechild was a frail baby, and he waited. Years passed, and when the childwas old enough to ask for its parents and demand its due, the proofs ofthe marriage were lost, and nothing remained but a ring, a bit ofwriting, and the name. The priest was very old, had neither friends, money, nor proofs to help him; but I was strong and hopeful, and thougha mere boy I resolved to do the work. I made my way to England, toTrevlyn Hall, and by various stratagems (among which, I am ashamed tosay, were false keys and feigned sleepwalking) I collected many proofs, but nothing which would satisfy a court, for no one but you knew whereSir Richard's confession was. I searched every nook and corner of theHall, but in vain, and began to despair, when news of the death ofFather Cosmo recalled me to Italy; for Helen was left to my care then. The old man had faithfully recorded the facts and left witnesses toprove the truth of his story; but for four years I never used it, nevermade any effort to secure the title or estates. "

"Why not?" breathed my lady in a faint whisper, as hope suddenlyrevived. 

"Because I was grateful, " and for the first time Paul's voice faltered. "I was a stranger, and you took me in. I never could forget that, nortie many kindnesses bestowed upon the friendless boy. This afflicted me, even while I was acting a false part, and when I was away my heartfailed me. But Helen gave me no peace; for my sake, she urged me to keepthe vow made to that poor mother, and threatened to tell the storyherself. Talbot's benefaction left me no excuse for delaying longer, andI came to finish the hardest task I can ever undertake. I feared that along dispute would follow any appeal to law, and meant to appeal firstto you, but fate befriended me, and the last proof was found. "

"Found! Where?" cried Lady Trevlyn, springing up aghast. 

"In Sir Richard's coffin, where you hid it, not daring to destroy, yetfearing to keep it. "

"Who has betrayed me?" And her eye glanced wildly about the room, as ifshe feared to see some spectral accuser. 

"Your own lips, my lady. Last night I came to speak of this. You layasleep, and in some troubled dream spoke of the paper, safe in itswriter's keeping, and your strange treasure here, the key of which youguarded day and night. I divined the truth. Remembering Hester'sstories, I took the key from your helpless hand, found the paper on SirRichard's dead breast, and now demand that you confess your part in thistragedy. "

"I do, I do! I confess, I yield, I relinquish everything, and ask pityonly for my child. "

Lady Trevlyn fell upon her knees before him, with a submissive gesture, but imploring eyes, for, amid the wreck of womanly pride and worldlyfortune, the mother's heart still clung to its idol. 

"Who should pity her, if not I? God knows I would have spared her thisblow if I could; but Helen would not keep silent, and I was driven tofinish what I had begun. Tell Lillian this, and do not let her hate me. "

As Paul spoke, tenderly, eagerly, the curtain parted, and Lillianappeared, trembling with the excitement of that interview, but consciousof only one emotion as she threw herself into his arms, crying in a toneof passionate delight, "Brother! Brother! Now I may love you!"

Paul held her close, and for a moment forgot everything but the joy ofthat moment. Lillian spoke first, looking up through tears oftenderness, her little hand laid caressingly against his cheek, as shewhispered with sudden bloom in her own, "Now I know why I loved you sowell, and now I can see you marry Helen without breaking my heart. Oh, Paul, you are still mine, and I care for nothing else. "

"But, Lillian, I am not your brother. "

"Then, in heaven's name, who are you?" she cried, tearing herself fromhis arms. 

"Your lover, dear!"

"Who, then, is the heir?" demanded Lady Trevlyn, springing up, asLillian turned to seek shelter with her mother. 

"I am. "

Helen spoke, and Helen stood on the threshold of the door, with a hard, haughty look upon her beautiful face. 

"You told your story badly, Paul, " she said, in a bitter tone. "Youforgot me, forgot my affliction, my loneliness, my wrongs, and thenatural desire of a child to clear her mother's honor and claim herfather's name. I am Sir Richard's eldest daughter. I can prove my birth, and I demand my right with his own words to sustain me. "

She paused, but no one spoke; and with a slight tremor in her proudvoice, she added, "Paul has done the work; he shall have the reward. Ionly want my father's name. Title and fortune are nothing to one likeme. I coveted and claimed them that I might give them to you, Paul, myone friend, always, so tender and so true. "

"I'll have none of it, " he answered, almost fiercely. "I have kept mypromise, and am free. You chose to claim your own, although I offeredall I had to buy your silence. It is yours by right--take it, and enjoyit if you can. I'll have no reward for work like this. "

He turned from her with a look that would have stricken her to the heartcould she have seen it. She felt it, and it seemed to augment somesecret anguish, for she pressed her hands against her bosom with anexpression of deep suffering, exclaiming passionately, "Yes, I _will_keep it, since I am to lose all else. I am tired of pity. Power issweet, and I will use it. Go, Paul, and be happy if you can, with anameless wife, and the world's compassion or contempt to sting yourpride. "

"Oh, Lillian, where shall we go? This is no longer our home, but whowill receive us now?" cried Lady Trevlyn, in a tone of despair, for herspirit was utterly broken by the thought of the shame and sorrow instore for this beloved and innocent child. 

"I will. " And Paul's face shone with a love and loyalty they could notdoubt. "My lady, you gave me a home when I was homeless; now let me paymy debt. Lillian, I have loved you from the time when, a romantic boy, Iwore your little picture in my breast, and vowed to win you if I lived. I dared not speak before, but now, when other hearts may be shut againstyou, mine stands wide open to welcome you. Come, both. Let me protectand cherish you, and so atone for the sorrow I have brought you. "

It was impossible to resist the sincere urgency of his voice, the tenderreverence of his manner, as he took the two forlorn yet innocentcreatures into the shelter of his strength and love. They clung to himinstinctively, feeling that there still remained to them one staunchfriend whom adversity could not estrange. 

An eloquent silence fell upon the room, broken only by sobs, gratefulwhispers, and the voiceless vows that lovers plight with eyes, andhands, and tender lips. Helen was forgotten, till Lillian, whose elasticspirit threw off sorrow as a flower sheds the rain, looked up to thankPaul, with smiles as well as tears, and saw the lonely figure in theshadow. Her attitude was full of pathetic significance; she still stoodon the threshold, for no one had welcomed her, and in the strange roomshe knew not where to go; her hands were clasped before her face, as ifthose sightless eyes had seen the joy she could not share, and at herfeet lay the time-stained paper that gave her a barren title, but nolove. Had Lillian known how sharp a conflict between passion and pride, jealousy and generosity, was going on in that young heart, she could nothave spoken in a tone of truer pity or sincerer goodwill than that inwhich she softly said, "Poor girl! We must not forget her, for, with allher wealth, she is poor compared to us. We both had one father, andshould love each other in spite of this misfortune. Helen, may I callyou sister?"

"Not yet. Wait till I deserve it. "

As if that sweet voice had kindled an answering spark of nobleness inher own heart, Helen's face changed beautifully, as she tore the paperto shreds, saying in a glad, impetuous tone, while the white flakesfluttered from her hands, "I, too, can be generous. I, too, can forgive. I bury the sad past. See! I yield my claim, I destroy my proofs, Ipromise eternal silence, and keep 'Paul's cousin' for my only title. Yes, you are happy, for you love one another!" she cried, with a suddenpassion of tears. "Oh, forgive me, pity me, and take me in, for I am allalone and in the dark!"

There could be but one reply to an appeal like that, and they gave it, as they welcomed her with words that sealed a household league of mutualsecrecy and sacrifice. 

They _were_ happy, for the world never knew the hidden tie that boundthem so faithfully together, never learned how well the old prophecy hadbeen fulfilled, or guessed what a tragedy of life and death the silverkey unlocked.