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BY THE



AUTHOR OF 'THE HEIR OF REDCLYFFE.'



"Who wisdom's sacred prize would win,
Must with the fear of God begin ;
Immortal praise and heavenly skill
Have they who know and do His will.

ITew Version.



IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL, II.



NEW YOEK:
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M.DCCC.LVII.






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CONTENTS OF VOL. II.



CHAP. PAGE

I. THE TRYSTE, 1

II. THE THIRD TIME, 12

III, MISTS, 22

IV. OUTWARD BOUND, ....... 33

V. THE NEW WORLD, 51

VI. THE TWO PENDRAGONS, 6Y

VII. ROLAND AND OLIVER, 87

VIII.- THE RESTORATION, 95

IX. THE GIANT OF THE WESTERN STAR, . . . .110

X. THE WRONG WOMAN IN THE WRONG PLACE, . . 124

XI. AUNT Catharine's home, 132

XII. the frost household, 148

XIII. the CONWAY household, 162

XIV. THE trustees' MEETING, 1*72

XV. SWEET USES OF ADVERSITY, 190

XVI. THE VALLEY OF HUMILIATION, .... 206

XVII. 'bide a wee,' 223

XVIII. THE CRASH, . . 234

XIX. FAREWELL TO GREATNESS, 249

XX. WESTERN TIDINGS, 259

XXI. STEPPING WESTWARD, . . . . . . 2Y3

XXII. RATHER SUDDEN, 281

XXIII, THE MARVEL OF PERU, 300



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DTNEVOR TERRACE



CHAPTEK I.

THE TRYSTE.

One single flash of glad surprise
Just glanced from Isabel's dark eyes,
Then vanished in the blush of shame
That at its penance instant came —
' O thought unworthy of my race I '

Tlie Lord of the Isles.

As little recked Fitzjocelyn of the murmurs which he had
provoked, as he guessed the true secret of his victory. In
his eyes, it was the triumph of merit over prejudice ; and
Mrs. Frost espoused the same gratifying view, though ascri-
bing much to her nephew's activity- and James himself,
flushed with hope and success, was not likely to dissent.

Next they had to make their conquest available. Apart
from Louis's magnificent prognostications, at the lowest com-
putation, the head' master's income amounted to a sum which
to James appeared affluence ; and though there was no house
provided, it mattered the less since there were five to choose
from in the Terrace, even if his grandmother had not wished
that their household should be still the same. With Miss
Conway's own fortune and the Terrace settled on herself,
where could be any risk ?

Would Lady Conway think so ? and how should the

communication be made ? James at first proposed writing

to her, enclosing a letter to Isabel ; but he changed his mind,

unable to satisfy himself that, when absent from restraint,

Vol. IL— 1



2 DYITEYOR TEEEACE. '

she might not send a refusal without affording her daughter
the option. He begged his grandmother to write to Isabel ;
but she thought her letter might carry too much weight, and,
whatever might be her hopes, it was not for her to tell the
young lady that such means were suflScient.

Louis begged to be the bearer of the letter. His aunt
would certainly keep terms with him, and he could insure
that the case was properly laid before Isabel ; and, as there
could be no doubt at present of his persuasive powers, James
caught at the offer. The party were still at Beuchastel, and
he devised going to his old quarters at Ebbscreek, and
making a descent upon them from thence.

"When he came to take up his credentials, he found James
and his little black leathern bag, determined to come at least
to Ebbscreek with him, and declaring it made him frantic to
stay at home and leave his cause in other hands, and that he
could not exist anywhere but close to the scene of action.

Captain Hannaford was smoking in his demi-boat, and
gave his former lodgers a hearty welcome ; but he twinkled
knowingly with his eye, and so significantly volunteered to
inform them that the ladies were still at Beuchastel, that
James's wrath at the old skipper's impudence began to re-
vive, and he walked off to the remotest end of the garden.

The Captain, remaining with Louis, with whom he was
always on far more easy terms, looked after the other gentle-
man, winked again, and confessed that he had suspected one
or other of them might be coming that way this summer,
though he could not say he had expected to see them both
together.

' Mind, Captain,' said Louis, ' it wasn't I that made the
boat late this time last year.'

' Well ! I might be wrong ; I fancied you cast an eye
that way. Then maybe it ain't true what's all over the
place here.'

Louis pressed to hear what. ' Why, that when the French
were going on like Robert Spear and them old times, he had
convoyed the young lady right through the midst of them ;
and they would both have been shot, if my Lady's butler
hadn't come down with a revolver, killed half-a-dozen of the
mob, and rescued them out of it ; but that Lord Fitzjocelyn
had been desperately wounded in going back to fetch her
bracelet, and Mr. Delaford had carried him out in his arms,'



THE TEYSTE. 3

' Well ! ' said Louis, coolly, without altering a muscle of
his face, as the Captain looked for an angry negative.

* And when they got home, — so the story went, — Mr.
Frost, the tutor, was so mad with jealousy and rage, that my
Lady declared those moorings would not suit her no longer,
hut had let go, and laid her head right for Beauchastel.'

' Pray what was the young lady supposed to think of the
matter ? '

' Stories appeared to vary. One version said that Mr.
Delaford had found him on his knees to her ; and that my
Lady had snatched her crufeUy away, because she would not
have her married before her own daughters, and looked over
all the post, for fear there should be a letter for her. Another
declared that Miss Conway would not have him at any price,
and was set upon the poor tutor, and that he was lying
dangerously ill of a low fever. — The women will have it so,'
observed the Captain ; ' the story's everywhere, except maybe
in the parlour at Beauchastel, and I wouldn't wonder if Mrs,
Mansell well knew it all herself, for her maid has a tongue a
yard long. I won't say but I thought there might be some
grain of truth at the bottom '

' And you shall hear it by-and-by, when I know what it
is myself

' I'd not say I would have believed it the more if that
fine gentleman had taken his oath of it-^a fellow that ain't
to be trusted,' observed the Captain,

This might have led to a revelation, if Louis had had time
to attend to it ; but he had pity on James's impatient misery,
and proceeded to ask the loan of the boat. The tide would
not, however, serve ; and as waiting till it would was not to
be endured, the two cousins set off to walk together through
the woods, Louis beguiling the way by chafl&ng James, as far
as he would bear, with the idea of Isabel's name being trifled
with by the profane crowd.

He left James ^t the gate of the park, prowling about
like a panther to try for a glimpse of Isabel's window, and
feeding his despair and jealousy that Louis should boldly
walk up to the door, while he, with so much better a right,
was excluded by his unguarded promise to Lady Conway.

All the tumultuary emotions of his mind were endlessly
repeated, and many a slow and pealing note of the church-
clock Jiad added fuel to his ipapatience, and spurred him to



i DYNEVOR TERRACE.

nisli up to the door and claim his rights, before Louis came
bouudiug past the lodge-gates, flourishing his cap, and cry-
ing, ' Hurrah. Jem ! All right ! '

' I'm going to her at once ! ' cried Jem, beginning to
rush off; but Louis caught and imprisoned his arm.

' Not so fast, sir ! You are to see her. I promise you
shall see her if you wish it, but it must be in my aunt's way.'

' Let me go, I say ! '

' When I have walked five miles in your service, you
won't afford me an arm to help me back. I am noi a horse
with wings, and I won't be Cupid's post except on my own
terms. Come back.'

' I don't stir till I have heard the state of the case.'

' Yes, you do ; for all the sportsmen will be coming home,
and my aunt would not for all the world that Mr. 5lansell
caught you on the forbidden ground.'

' How can you give in to such shuffling nonsense I If I
am to claim Isabel openh', why am I not to visit her openly ?
You have yielded to that woman's crooked policy. I don't
trust you ! '

' When you are her son, you may manage her as you
please. Just now she has us in her power, and can impose
conditions. Come on ; and if you are good, you shall hear.'

Drawing James along with him through the beech-wood
glades, he began, ' You would have been more insane still
if you had guessed at my luck. I found Isabel alone. 3Irs.
Mansell had taken the girls to some juvenile fete, and Dela-
ford was discreet enough not to rouse my aunt from her let-
ters. I augured well from the happy conjunction.'

' Go on ; don't waste time in stuff.'

' Barkis is willing, then. Is that enough to the point ? '

' Fitzjocelyn. you never had any feelings yourself, and
therefore you trifle with those of others.'

' I beg your pardon. It was a shame ! Jem, you may
be proud. She trusts you completely; and whatever you
think sufficient, she regards as ample.'

' Like her ! Only too like her. Such confidence makes
one feel a redoubled responsibility.'

' I thought I had found something at which you could
not grumble.'

' How does she look ? How do they treat her ? '

' Apparently they have not yet fed her on bread and



THE TETSTE. 5

water. No ; seriously, I must confess that she looked un-
commonly well and lovely ! Never mind, Jem ; I verily be-
lieve that, in spite of absence and all that, she had never
been so happy in her life. If any description could convey
the sweetness of voice and manner when she spoke of you ! I
could not look in her face. Those looks can only be for you.
"We talked it over, but she heeded no ways and means ; it
was enough that you were satisfied. She says the subject has
never been broached since the flight from Northwold, and
that Lady Conway's kindness never varies ; and she told me
she had little fear but that her dear mamma would be pre-
vailed on to give sanction enough to hinder her from feeling
as if she were doing wrong, or setting a bad example to her
sisters. They know nothing of it ; but Walter, who learnt
it no one knows how, draws the exemplary moral, that it
serves his mother right for inflicting a tutor on him.'

' Has she had my letter ? Does she know I am here ? '

' Wait ! All this settled, and luncheon being ready,
down came my Lady, and we played unconsciousness to our
best ability. I must confess my aunt beat us hollow. Isabel
then left us to our conference, which we conducted with the
gravity of a tailor and an old woman making a match in
Brittany.'

' You came out with that valuable improvable freehold,
the Terrace, I suppose ? '

' I told the mere facts I My aunt was rather grand about
a grammar-school ; she said even a curacy would sound bet-
ter, and she must talk it over with Isabel. I gave your let-
ter, conjuring her to let Isabel have it ; and though she de-
clared that it was no kindness, and would put the poor dar-
ling into needless perplexity, she was touched with my for-
bearance, in not having given it before, when I had such an
opportunity. So she went away, and stayed a weary while ;
but when she came, it was worth the waiting. She said
Isabel was old enough to know her own mind, and the
attachment being so strong, and you so unexceptionable, she
did not think it possible to object : she had great delight in
seeing you made happy, and fulfilling the dictates of her own
heart, now that it could be done with moderate prudence.
They go to Scarborough in a fortnight, and you will be
welcome there. There's for you 1 '



6 DYXEVOR TERRACE.

' Louis, you are tLe best fellow living ! Eut you said I
was to see her at once.'

' I asked, why wait for Scarborough ? and depicted you
hovering disconsolately round the precincts. Never mind,
Jem, I did not make you more ridiculous than human nature
must needs paint a lover, and it was all to melt her heart. I
was starting off to fetch you, when I found she was in great
terror. She had never told the Mansells of the matter, and
they must be prepared. She cannot have it transpire while
she is in their house, and, in fact, is excessively afraid of
Mr. Mansell, and wants to tell her story by letter. Now, I
think, considering all things, she has a right to take her own
way.' ^

' You said I was not to go without meeting her ! '

' I had assented, and was devising how to march off my
lunatic quietly, when the feminine goodnatured heart that is
in her began to relent, and she looked up in my face with a
smile, and said the poor dears were really exemplary, and if
Isabel should walk to the beach and should meet any one
there, she need know nothing about it.'

' What says Isabel ? '

' She held up her stately head, and thought it would be
a better return for Mr. Mansell's kindness to tell him herself
before leaving Beauchastel; but Lady Conway entreated her
not to be hasty, and protested that her fears were of Mr.
Mansell's displeasure with her for not having taken better
care of her — she dreaded a break, and so on, — till the end
of it was, that though we agree that prudence would carry
us off to-morrow morning, yet her ladyship will look the
other way, if you happen to be on the southern beach at
eleven o'clock to-morrow morning. I suppose you were very
headlong and peremptory in your note, for I could not
imagine Isabel consenting to a secret tryste even so autho-
rized.'

' I never asked for any such thing ! I would not for
worlds see her led to do anything underhand.'

' She will honour you ! That's right, Jem ! '

' Neither as a. clergyman, nor as a Dynevor, can I con-
sent to trick even those who have no claim to her duty ! '

' Neither as a gentleman, nor as a human creature,' added
Louis, in the same tone. ' Shall I go back and give your
answer ? '



THE TRTSTE» 7

* No ; you are walking lame enough already.'

' No matter for that.'

' To tell you the truth, I can't stand your being "with
her again, while I am made a fool of by that woman. If I'm
not to see her, I'll be oflF. I'll send her a note ; we will
cross to Bickleypool, and start by the mail-train this very
night.'

Louis made no objection, and James hurried him into
the little parlour, where in ten minutes the note was dashed
off:— -

' My own most precious one ! — (as, thanks to my most
unselfish of cousins, I may dare to call you,) — I regret my
fervency and urgency for an interview, since it led you to
think I could purchase even such happiness by a subterfuge
unworthy of my calling, and an ill return of the hospitality
to which we owed our first meeting. We will meet when I
claim you in the face of day, without the sense of stolen
felicity, which is a charm to common-place minds. My glory
is in the assurance that you understand my letter, approve,
and are relieved. With such sanction, and with ardour
before you like mine, I see that you could do no other than
consent, and there is not a shadow of censure in my mind ;
but if, without compromising your sense of obedience, you
could openly avow our engagement to Mr. Mansell, I own
that I should feel that we were not drawn into a compromise
of sincerity. What this costs me I will not say ; it will be
bare existence till we meet at Scarborough.

' Your own, J. R. F. D.'

Having written this and deposited it in the Ebbscreek
post-office, James bethought himself that his submissive
cousin had thrown himself on the floor, with his bag for a
pillow, trying to make the most of the few moments of rest
before the midnight journey. Seized with compunction,
James exclaimed, ' There, old fellow, we will stay to-night.'

' Thank you — ' He was too sleepy for more.

The delay was recompensed. James was trying to per-
suade Louis to rouse himself to be revived by bread-and-
cheese and beer, and could extort nothing but a drowsy
repetition of the rhyme, in old days the war-cry of the
Grammar-school against the present head-master, —

*The "Welshman had liked to be choked by a mouse,
But he {juUed him out by the tail,' —



8 DYNEVOR TEERACE.

when an alarum came in the shape of a little grinning boy
from Beauchastel, with a note on which James had nearly
laid hands, as he saw the writing, though the address was to
the Viscount Fitzjocelyn.

' You may have it,' said Louis. ' If anything were
wanting, the coincidence proves that you were cut out for
one another. I rejoice that the moon does not stoop from
her sphere.'

' My dear Cousin, — I trust to you to prevent Mr. F.
Dynevor from being hurt or disappointed ; and, indeed, I
scarcely think he will, though I should not avail myself of
the permission for meeting him so kindly intended. I saw
at once that you felt as I did, and as I know he will. He
would not like me to have cause to blush before my kind
friends — to know that I had acted a deceit, nor to set an
example to my sisters for which they might not understand
the justification. I know that you will obtain my pardon,
if needed ; and to be assured of it, would be all that would
be required to complete the grateful happiness of

' Isabel.'

The boy had orders not to wait ; and these being seconded
by fears of something that ' walked ' in Ebbscreek wood
after dark, he was gone before an answer could be thought
of. It mattered the less, since Isabel must receive James's
note early in the morning ; and so, in fact, she did — and she
was blushing over it, and feeling as if she could never have
borne to meet his eye but for the part she had fortunately
taken, when Louisa tapped at her door, with a message that
Mr. Mansell wished to speak with her, if she were ready.

She went down-stairs still in a glow ; and her old friend's
first words were a compliment on her roses, so pointed, that
she doubted for a moment whether he did not think them
suspicious, especially as he put his hands behind his back,
and paced up and down the room, for some moments. He
then came towards her, and said, in a very kind tone, ' Isabel,
my dear, I sent for you first, because I knew your own
mother very well, my dear ; and though Lady Conway is
very kind, and has always done you justice, — that I will
always say for her, — yet there are times when it may make
a difference to a young woman whether she has her own
mother or not.'



THE TRTSTE. 9

Isabel's heart was beating. She was certain that some
discovery had been made, and longed to explain ; but she
was wise enough not to speak in haste, and waited to see
how the old gentleman would finally break it to her. He
blundered on a little longer, becoming more confused and
distressed every minute, and at last came to the point
abruptly. ' In short, Isabel, my dear, what can you have
done to set people saying that you have been corresponding
with the young men at Ebbscreek ? '

' I sent a note to my cousin Fitzjocelyn last night,' said
Isabel, with such calmness, that the old gentleman fairly
stood with his mouth open, looking at her aghast.

' Fitzjocelyn 1 Then it is Fitzjocelyn, is it ? ' he ex-
claimed. ' Then, why could he not set about it openly and
honourably? Does his father object? I would not have
thought it of you, Isabel, nor of the lad neither ! '

'You need not think it, dear Mr. Mansell. There is
nothing between Lord Fitzjocelyn and myself but the warm-
est friendship '

' Isabel ! Isabel ! why are you making mysteries ? I do
not wish to pry into your affairs. I would have trusted you
anywhere ; but when it comes round to me that you have
been sending a private messenger to one of the young gen-
tlemen there, I don't know what to be at ! I would not
believe Mrs. Mansell at first ; but I saw the boy, and he
said you had sent him yourself. My dear, you may mean
very rightly — I am sure you do ; but you must not set
people talking ! It is not acting rightly by me, Isabel ; but
I would not care for that, if it were acting rightly by your-
self.' And he gazed at her with a piteous, perplexed ex-
pression.

* Let me call mamma,' said Isabel.

* As you will, my dear ; but cannot you let the simple
truth come out between you and your own blood-relation,
without all her words to come between ? Can't you, Isabel ?
I am sure you and I shall understand each other.'

' That we shall,' replied Isabel, warmly. ' I have given
her no promise. Dear Mr. Mansell, I have wished all along
that you should know that I am engaged, with her full con-
sent, to Mr. Frost Dynevor.'

' To the little black tutor ! ' cried Mr. Mansell, recoiling,
but recollecting himself. ' I beg your pardon, my dear, he
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10 DYNEVOR TERRACE.

may be a very good man, but what becomes of all this scram-
bling over barricades with the young Lord ? '

Isabel described the true history of her engagement ; and
it was received with a long, low whistle, by no means too
complimentary.

' And what makes him come and hide in holes and cor-
ners, if this is all with your mamma's good will ? '

' Mamma thought you would be displeased ; she insisted
on taking her own time for breaking it to you,' said Isabel.

' Was there ever a woman but must have her mystery ?
Well, I should have liked him better if he had not given
in to it ! '

* He never did ! ' said Isabel, indignant enough to dis-



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