"Yes; I have formed some kind of plan," said Mr. Clendon, in his low,

vibrant voice. "There is the library at Thexford. It is a great library,

a fine collection; it has been neglected for years; I suppose you have

not looked after it?"

"No," said the Marquess, shaking his head. "I seldom go to Thexford. I

have been in the Cabinet, as you may know; am still interested in

politics--it has been something to do--and, in consequence, I have to

live in London most of the time. I have not been to Thexford for two

years; the house is kept up, of course; I have often intended going

there; but there are the other places."

"Pity!" said Mr. Clendon, looking straight before him, as if he were

calling up a memory. "It is a beautiful place; perhaps the most

beautiful you've got----"

"You've got," muttered Lord Sutcombe, bitterly.

Mr. Clendon ignored the interruption.

"It is time the library was taken in hand, set to rights, and

catalogued, and the rest of it. She will do it very well. Give her a

good salary--but not too large a one, or she will suspect; and I do not

wish her to know how she obtained the post. You need not see her; she

can obtain testimonials from the executors of her late employer. She

will give you no trouble; she will do her duty; for she is a lady, and a

pure, high-minded girl. Will you do this for me, Talbot?"

"You know that you've no need to ask," said the Marquess. "Do you mean

to tell me this is all I can do, that you will permit me to do?"

"That is all," said Mr. Clendon, quietly. "I am much obliged to you.

Yes; I am sincerely, unaffectedly grateful. Do you think I don't realize

how badly I've treated you, Talbot, not only in allowing you to believe

I was dead, but in turning up again? Well, do this for me, help this

young girl, and try to persuade yourself that we can cry quits."

"Quits! It is absurd! You are going? By Heaven, I feel that I ought not

to let you go. That, in justice to myself, my own sense of right and

honour, I ought to detain you, proclaim that----"

"It would be of no use," said Mr. Clendon. "You could not detain me, the

disclosure could not serve me. Remember that I am--that I have no child;

and that it is only a question of time, a short time, before all you

hold will be really, legally yours. Have patience. Let me go my way--it

is the only one for me----"




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