word; and went on, and on, as though | terview which had just passed, was the fact she would have reached the house without that the Lady Laura whom he had known,speaking, had he not addressed her. "Does your head still pain you?" he asked. "Of course it does." Mr. Kennedy is nothing to me." "He is something to me, and so I suppose I had better go on. And now I shall have that horrid man from the little town pawing me and covering everything with snuff, and bidding me take Scotch physic, which seems to increase in quantity and nastiness as doses in England decrease. And he will stand over me to see that I take it." "What;-the doctor from Callender?" 66 No;-but Mr. Kennedy will. If he advised me to have a hole in my glove mended, he would ask me before he went to bed whether it was done. He never forgot anything in his life, and was never unmindful of anything. That I think will do, Mr. Finn. You have brought me out from the trees, and that may be taken as bringing me home. We shall hardly get scolded if we part here. Remember what I told you up above. And remember also that it is in your power to do nothing else for me. Good bye." So he turned away towards the lake, and let Lady Laura go across the wide lawn to the house by herself. He had failed altogether in his intention of telling his friend of his love for Violet, and had come to perceive that he could not for the present carry out that intention. After what had passed it would be impossible for him to go to Lady Laura with a passionate tale of his longing for Violet Effingham. If he were even to speak to her of love at all, it must be quite of another love than that. But he never would speak to her of love; nor, as he felt quite sure, would she allow him to do so. But what astounded him most, as he thought of the in whom he had thought he had known, should have become so subject to such a man as Mr. Kennedy, a man whom he had despised as being weak, irresolute, and without a purpose! For the day or two that he remained at Loughlinter, he watched the family closely, and became aware that Lady Laura had been right when she declared that her father was afraid of Mr. Kennedy. 66 "I shall follow you almost immediately,” said the Earl confidentially to Phineas, when the candidate for the borough took his departure from Loughlinter. I don't like to be there just when the election is going on, but I'll be at Saulsby to receive you the day afterwards." Phineas took his leave from Mr. Kennedy, with a warm expression of friendship on the part of his host, and from Lady Laura with a mere touch of the hand. He tried to say a word; but she was sullen, or, if not, she put on some mood like to sullenness, and said never a word to him. On the day after the departure of Phineas Finn for Loughton Lady Laura Kennedy still had a headache. She had complained of a headache ever since she had been at Loughlinter, and Dr. Macnuthrie had been over more than once. "I wonder what it is that ails you," said her husband, standing over her in her own sitting-room up-stairs. It was a pretty room, looking away to the mountains, with just a glimpse of the lake to be caught from the window, and it had been prepared for her with all the skill and taste of an accomplished upholsterer. She had selected the room for herself soon after her engagement, and had thanked her future husband with her sweetest smile for giving her the choice. She had thanked him and told him that she always meant to be happy, so happy in that room! He was a man not much given to romance, but he thought of this promise as he stood over her and asked after her health. As far as he could see she had never been even comfortable since she had been at Loughlinter. A shadow of the truth came across his mind. Perhaps his wife was bored. If so, what was to be the future of his life and of hers? He went up to London every year, and to Parliament, as a duty; and then, during some period of the recess, would have his house full of guests, -as another duty. But his happiness was to consist in such hours as these which seemed to inflict upon his wife the penalty of a continual headache. A shadow of the truth came upon him. What if his wife did not like living quietly at home as the mistress of her husband's | Laura, impatient at having her ailment in- More than a shadow of the truth had come upon Lady Laura herself. The dark cloud created by the entire truth was upon her, making everything black and wretched around her. She had asked herself a question or two, and had discovered that she had no love for her husband, that the kind of life which he intended to exact from her was insupportable to her, and that she had blundered and fallen in her entrance upon life. She perceived that her father had already become weary of Mr. Kennedy, and that, lonely and sad as he would be at Saulsby by himself, it was his intention to repudiate the idea of making a home at Loughlinter. Yes; she would be deserted by every one, except of course by her husband; and then- Then she would throw herself on some early morning into the lake, for life would be insupportable. "I wonder what it is that ails you," said Mr. Kennedy. "Nothing serious. One can't always help having a headache, you know." "I don't think you take enough exercise, Laura. I would propose that you should walk four miles every day after breakfast. I will always be ready to accompany you. I have spoken to Dr. Macnuthrie "I hate Dr. Macnuthrie." "But you said you had a headache. have said so for the last ten days." "Having a headache is not being ill. only wish you would not talk of it, and then perhaps I should get rid of it." 66 "What is it that you want me to do?" she said, jumping up from her seat. Set me a task, and if I don't go mad over it, I'll get through it. There are the account books. Give them to me. I don't suppose I can see the figures, but I'll try to see them." "Laura, this is unkind of you, and ungrateful." "Of course; it is everything that is bad. What a pity that you did not find it out last year! Oh dear, oh dear! what am I to do?" Then she threw herself down upon the sofa, and put both her hands up to her temples. "I will send for Dr. Macnuthrie at once," said Mr. Kennedy, walking towards the door very slowly, and speaking as slowly as he walked. "No;-do no such thing," she said, springing to her feet again and intercepting him before he reached the door. "If he comes, I will not see him. I give you my word that I will not speak to him if he comes. You do not understand," she said; "you do not understand at all." "What is it that I ought to understand ?" he asked. "That a woman does not like to be bothered." He made no reply at once, but stood there twisting the handle of the door, and collecting his thoughts. "Yes," said he at last; "I am beginning to find that out; - and to find out also what it is that bothers a woman, as as you call it. I can see now what it is that makes your head ache. It is not the stomach. You are quite right there. It is the prospect of a quiet, decent life, to which would be attached the performance of certain homely duties. Dr. Macnuthrie is a learned man, but I doubt whether he can do anything for such a malady." "You are quite right, Robert; he can do nothing." "It is a malady you must cure for yourself, Laura; - and which is to be cured by perseverance. If you can bring yourself to try 66 "But I cannot bring myself to try at all," she said. "I cannot believe that. Headache in nine cases out of ten comes from the stomach." Though he said this, saying it because it was the common-place, commonsense sort of thing to say, still at the very moment there was the shadow of the truth before his eyes. What if this headache meant simple dislike to him, and to his modes of life? "I mean to tell you that I will not try to "It is nothing of that sort," said Lady | cure a headache by doing sums. That is "Do you mean to tell me, Laura, that you will make no effort to do your duty as my wife?" all that I mean to say at this moment. If "Yes, they are. There isn't a house in you will leave me for a while, so that I may the town, you know, let for longer than lie down, perhaps I shall be able to come seven years, and most of them merely from to dinner." He still hesitated, standing year to year. And, do you know, I haven't with the door in his hand. "But if you go a farmer on the property with a lease, on scolding me," she continued, "what I not one; and they don't want leases. They shall do is to go to bed directly you go know they're safe. But I do like the peoaway." He hesitated for a moment longer, ple round me to be of the same way of and then left the room without another word. thinking as myself about politics." CHAPTER XXXIII. MR. SLIDE'S GRIEVANCE. OUR hero was elected member for Loughton without any trouble to him or, as far as he could see, to any one else. He made one speech from a small raised booth that was called a platform, and that was all that he was called upon to do. Mr. Grating made a speech in proposing him, and Mr. Shortribs another in seconding him; and these were all the speeches that were required. The thing seemed to be so very easy that he was afterwards almost offended when he was told that the bill for so insignificant a piece of work came to £247 13s. 9d. He had seen no occasion for spending even the odd forty-seven pounds. But then he was member for Loughton; and as he passed the evening alone at the inn, having dined in company with Messrs. Grating, Shortribs, and sundry other influential electors, he began to reflect that, after all, it was not so very great a thing to be a member of Parliament. It almost seemed that that which had come to him so easily could not be of much value. On the following day he went to the castle, and was there when the Earl arrived. They two were alone together, and the Earl was very kind to him." "So you had no opponent after all," said the great man of Loughton, with a slight smile. "Not the ghost of another candidate." "I did not think there would be. They have tried it once or twice and have always failed. There are only one or two in the place who like to go one way just because their neighbors go the other. But, in truth, there is no conservative feeling in the place." Phineas, although he was at the present moment the member for Loughton himself, could not but enjoy the joke of this. Could there be any liberal feeling in such a place, or, indeed, any political feeling whatsoever? Would not Messrs. Grating and Shortribs have done just the same had it happened that Lord Brentford had been a Tory peer? "They all seemed to be very obliging," said Phineas, in answer to the Earl. On the second day, after dinner, — the last evening of Finn's visit to Saulsby, the Earl fell suddenly into confidential conversation about his daughter and his son, and about Violet Effingham. So sudden, indeed, and so confidential was the conversation, that Phineas was almost silenced for a while. A word or two had been said about Loughlinter, of the beauty of the place, and of the vastness of the property. I am almost afraid," said Lord Brentford, that Laura is not happy there." "I hope she is," said Phineas. 66 " "He is so hard and dry, and what I call exacting. That is just the word for it. Now Laura has never been used to that. With me she always had her own way in everything, and I always found her fit to have it. I do not understand why her husband should treat her differently." is 66 66 Perhaps it is the temper of the man.” Temper, yes; but what a bad prospect that for her! And she, too, has a temper, and so he will find if he tries her too far. I cannot stand Loughlinter. I told Laura so fairly. It is one of those houses in which a man cannot call his hours his own. I told Laura that I could not undertake to remain there for above a day or two." "It is very sad," said Phineas. Yes, indeed; it is sad for her, poor girl; and very sad for me too. I have no one else but Laura, literally no one; and now I am divided from her! It seems that she has been taken as much away from me as though her husband lived in China. I have lost them both now!" "I hope not, my lord." "I say I have. As to Chiltern, I can perceive that he becomes more and more indifferent to me every day. He thinks of me only as a man in his way, who must die some day and may die soon. 66 You wrong him, Lord Brentford.” "I do not wrong him at all. Why has he answered every offer I have made him with so much insolence as to make it impossible for me to put myself into further communion with him?" "He thinks that you have wronged him." "Yes;-because I have been unable to shut my eyes to his mode of living. I was to go on paying his debts, and taking no | tern, and he was therefore not a little surother notice whatsoever of his conduct!" "I do not think he is in debt now." "Because his sister the other day spent every shilling of her fortune in paying them. She gave him £40,000! Do you think she would have married Kennedy but for that? I don't. I could not prevent her. I had said that I would not cripple my remaining years of life by raising the money, and I could not go back from my word." "You and Chiltern might raise the money between you." "It would do no good now. She has married Mr. Kennedy, and the money is nothing to her or to him. Chiltern might have put things right by marrying Miss Effingham if he pleased." "I think he did his best there." "No; he did his worst. He asked her to be his wife as a man asks for a railwayticket or a pair of gloves, which he buys with a price; and because she would not jump into his mouth he gave it up. I don't believe he even really wanted to marry her. I suppose he has some disreputable connection to prevent it." "Nothing of the kind. He would marry her to-morrow if he could. My belief is that Miss Effingham is sincere in refusing him." "I don't doubt her sincerity." I think the boat belongs to Captain Colepepper." "The greatest blackguard in all England! A man who shoots pigeons and rides steeple-chases! And the worst of Chiltern is this, that even if he didn't like the man, and if he were tired of this sort of life, he would go on just the same because he thinks it a fine thing not to give way." This was so true that Phineas did not dare to contradict the statement, and therefore said nothing. “I had some faint hope," continued the Earl, "while Laura could always watch him; because, in his way, he was fond of his sister. But that is all over now. She will have enough to do to watch herself!" 66 Phineas had felt that the Earl had put him down rather sharply when he had said that Violet would never accept Lord Chil prised when Lord Brentford spoke again of Miss Effingham the following morning, holding in his hand a letter which he had just received from her. "They are to be at Loughlinter on the tenth,” he said, “and she purposes to come here for a couple of nights on her way." "Lady Baldock and all?" "Well, yes; Lady Baldock and all. I am not very fond of Lady Baldock, but I will put up with her for a couple of days for the sake of having Violet. She is more like a child of my own now than anybody else. I shall not see her all the autumn afterwards. I cannot stand Loughlinter." "It will be better when the house is full." "You will be there, I suppose? 66 Well, no; I think not," said Phineas. "You have had enough of it, have you? Phineas made no reply to this, but smiled slightly. "By Jove, I don't wonder at it," said the Earl. Phineas, who would have given all he had in the world to be staying in the same country house with Violet Effingham, could not explain how it had come to pass that he was obliged to absent himself."I suppose you were asked?" said the Earl. Nothing can be "Oh, yes, I was asked. kinder than they are." "Kennedy told me that you were coming as a matter of course." "I explained to him after that," said Phineas, that I should not return. I shall go over to Ireland. I have a deal of hard reading to do, and I can get through it there without interruption." He went up from Saulsby to London on that day, and found himself quite alone in Mrs. Bunce's lodgings. I mean not only that he was alone at his lodgings, but he was alone at his club, and alone in the streets. July was not quite over, and yet all the birds of passage had migrated. Mr. Mildmay, by his short session, had half ruined the London tradesmen, and had changed the summer mode of life of all those who account themselves to be anybody. Phineas, as he sat alone in his room, felt himself to be nobody. He had told the Earl that he was going to Ireland, and to Ireland he must go;-because he had nothing else to do. He had been asked indeed to join one or two parties in their autumn plans. Mr. Monk had wanted him to go to the Pyrenees, and Lord Chiltern had suggested that he should join the yacht; but neither plan suited him. It would have suited him to be at Loughlinter with Violet Effingham, but Loughlinter was a barred house to him. His old friend, Lady Laura, had told him not to come thither, explaining, with sufficient clearness, her reasons for excluding him from the number of her husband's guests. As he thought of it the past scenes of his life became very marvellous to him. Twelve months since he would have given all the world for a word of love from Lady Laura, and had barely dared to hope that such a word, at some future day, might possibly be spoken. Now such a word had in truth been spoken, and it had come to be simply a trouble to him. She had owned to him,-for, in truth, such had been the meaning of her warning to him, that, though she had married another man, she had loved and did love him. But in thinking of this he took no pride in it. It was not till he had thought of it long that he began to ask himself whether he might not be justified in gathering from what happened some hope that Violet also might learn to love him. He had thought so little of himself as to have been afraid at first to press his suit with Lady Laura. Might he not venture to think more of himself, having learned how far he had succeeded? But how was he to get at Violet Effingham? From the moment at which he had left Saulsby he had been angry with himself for not having asked Lord Brentford to allow him to remain there till after the Baldock party should have gone on to Loughlinter. The Earl, who was very lonely in his house, would have consented at once. Phineas, indeed, was driven to confess to himself that success with Violet would at once have put an end to all his friendship with Lord Brentford;-as also to all his friendship with Lord Chiltern. He would, in such case, be bound in honour to vacate his seat and give back Loughton to his offended patron. But he would have given up much more than his seat for Violet Effingham! At present, however, he had no means of getting at her to ask her the question. He could hardly go to Loughlinter in opposition to the wishes of Lady Laura. A little adventure happened to him in London which somewhat relieved the dulness of the days of the first week in August. He remained in London till the middle of August, half resolving to rush down to Saulsby when Violet Effingham should be there, endeavouring to find some excuse for such a proceeding, but racking his brains in vain, and then there came about his little adventure. The adventure was commenced by the receipt of the following let ter: "BANNER OF THE PEOPLE OFFICE, "MY DEAR FINN, I must say I think you have treated me badly, and without that sort of brotherly fairness which we on the public press expect from one another. However, perhaps we can come to an understanding, and if so, things may yet go smoothly. Give me a turn and I am not at all adverse to give you one. Will you come to me here, or shall I call upon you? "Yours always, Q. S.” Phineas was not only surprised, but disgusted also, at the receipt of this letter. He could not imagine what was the deed by which he had offended Mr. Slide. He thought over all the circumstances of his short connection with the People's Banner, but could remember nothing which might have created offence. But his disgust was greater than his surprise. He thought that he had done nothing and said nothing to justify Quintus Slide in calling him "dear Finn." He, who had Lady Laura's secret in his keeping, he who hoped to be the possessor of Violet Effingham's affections, - he to be called "dear Finn" by such a one as Quintus Slide! He soon made up his mind that he would not answer the note, but would go at once to the People's Banner office at the hour at which Quintus Side was always there. He certainly would not write to "dear Slide;" and, until he had heard something more of this cause of offence, he would not make an enemy for ever by calling the man "dear Sir." He went to the office of the People's Banner, and found Mr. Slide esconced in a little glass cupboard, writing an article for the next day's copy. "I suppose you're very busy," said Phineas, inserting himself with some difficulty on to a little stool in the corner of the cupboard. "Not so particular but what I'm glad to see you. You shoot, don't you?" "Shoot!" said Phineas. It could not be possible that Mr. Slide was intending, after this abrupt fashion, to propose a duel with pistols. "Grouse and pheasants, and them sort of things?" asked Mr. Slide. "Oh, ah; I understand. Yes, I shoot sometimes." "Is it the 12th or 20th for grouse in Scotland?” "The 12th," said Phineas. "What makes you ask that just now ?" "I'm doing a letter about it,-advising men not to shoot too many of the young birds, and showing that they'll have none next year if they do. I had a fellow here |