The composing influence of the fresh air in the garden had, by this time, made me readier to lie down and rest than to occupy my mind in reflecting on my difficulties. Little by little, I grew too drowsy to think-then too lazy to go on walking. My bed looked wonderfully inviting, as I passed by the open window of my room.

In five minutes more I had accepted the invitation of the bed, and had said farewell to my anxieties and my troubles. In five minutes more I was fast asleep.

A discreetly gentle knock at my door was the first sound that roused me. I heard the voice of my good old Benjamin speaking outside.

'My dear! I am afraid you will be starved if I let you sleep any longer. It is half-past one o'clock; and a friend of yours has come to lunch with us.'

A friend of mine? What friends had I? My husband was far away; and my uncle Starkweather had given me up in despair.

'Who is it?' I cried out from my bed, through the door. 'Major Fitz-David,' Benjamin answered-by the same medium.

I sprang out of bed. The very man I wanted was waiting to see me! Major Fitz-David, as the phrase is, knew everybody. Intimate with my husband, he would certainly know my husband's old friend-Miserrimus Dexter.

Shall I confess that I took particular pains with my toilet, and that I kept the luncheon waiting? The woman doesn't live who would have done otherwise-when she had a particular favour to ask of Major Fitz-David.

CHAPTER XXII.

THE MAJOR MAKES DIFFICULTIES.

As I opened the dining-room door, the Major hastened to meet me. He looked the brightest and the youngest of living elderly gentlemen-with his smart blue frock-coat, his winning smile, his ruby ring, and his ready compliment. It was quite cheering to meet the modern Don Juan

once more.

'I don't ask after your health,' said the old gentleman; 'your eyes answer me, my dear lady, before I can put the question. At your age a long sleep is the true beautydraught. Plenty of bed-there is the simple secret of keeping your good looks and living a long life-plenty of bed!'

'I have not been so long in my bed, Major, as you suppose. To tell the truth, I have been up all night, reading.' Major Fitz-David lifted his well-painted eyebrows, in polite surprise.

'What is the happy book which has interested you so deeply?' he asked.

'The book,' I answered, 'is the Trial of my husband for the murder of his first wife.'

The Major's smile vanished. look of dismay.

He drew back a step, with a

'Don't mention that horrid book!' he exclaimed. 'Don't speak of that dreadful subject! What have beauty and grace to do with Trials, Poisonings, Horrors? Why, my charming friend, profane your lips by talking of such things? Why frighten away the Loves and the Graces that lie hid in your

smile?

Humour an old fellow who adores the Loves and the Graces and who asks nothing better than to sun himself in your smile. Luncheon is ready. Let us be cheerful. us laugh, and lunch.'

Let

He led me to the table and filled my plate and my glass, with the air of a man who considered himself to be engaged in one of the most important occupations of his life. Benjamin kept the conversation going on in the interval.

'Major Fitz-David brings you some news, my dear,' he said. 'Your mother-in-law, Mrs. Macallan, is coming here to see you to-day.'

My mother-in-law coming to see me! I turned eagerly to the Major for further information.

'Has Mrs. Macallan heard anything of my husband?' I asked. 'Is she coming here to tell me about him?'

'She has heard from him, I believe,' said the Major; 'and she has also heard from your uncle, the Vicar. Our excellent Starkweather has written to her-to what purpose I have not been informed. I only know that on receipt of his letter, she has decided on paying you a visit. I met the old lady last night at a party; and I tried hard to discover whether she was coming to you as your friend or your enemy. My powers of persuasion were completely thrown away on her. The fact is,' said the Major, speaking in the character of a youth of five- and twenty, making a modest confession, 'I don't get on well with old women. Take the will for the deed, my sweet friend. I have tried to be of some use to you -and I have failed.'

Those words offered me the opportunity for which I was waiting I determined not to lose it.

'You can be of the greatest use to me,' I said, 'if you will allow me to presume, Major, on your past kindness. I want to ask you a question; and I may have a favour to beg when you have answered me.'

Major Fitz-David set down his wine-glass on its way to

his lips, and looked at me with an appearance of breathless interest.

Command me, my dear lady-I am yours and yours only,' said the gallant old gentleman. 'What do you wish to ask me?'

'I wish to ask you if you know Miserrimus Dexter?'

'Good Heavens!' cried the Major; that is an unexpected question! Know Miserrimus Dexter? I have known him for more years than I like to reckon up. What can be your object-- ? '

'I can tell you what my object is in two words,' I interposed. 'I want you to give me an introduction to Miserrimus Dexter.'

My impression is that the Major turned pale under his paint. This, at any rate, is certain; his sparkling little grey eyes looked at me in undisguised bewilderment and alarm.

'You want to know Miserrimus Dexter?' he repeated, with the air of a man who doubted the evidence of his own senses. 'Mr. Benjamin! have I taken too much of your excellent wine? Am I the victim of a delusion-or did our fair friend really ask me to give her an introduction to Miserrimus Dexter?'

Benjamin looked at me in some bewilderment on his side, and answered quite seriously

'I think you said so, my dear.'

'I I certainly said so,' I rejoined. What is there so very surprising in my request?'

The man is mad!' cried the Major. In all England you could not have picked out a person more essentially unfit to be introduced to a lady-to a young lady especially-than Dexter. Have you heard of his horrible deformity?'

'I have heard of it-and it doesn't daunt me.'

'Doesn't daunt you! My dear lady, the man's mind is as deformed as his body. What Voltaire said satirically of the character of his countrymen in general, is literally true of

Miserrimus Dexter. He is a mixture of the tiger and the monkey. At one moment, he would frighten you; and at the next, he would set you screaming with laughter. I don't deny that he is clever in some respects-brilliantly clever, I admit. And I don't say that he has ever committed any acts of violence, or ever willingly injured anybody. But, for all that, he is mad, if ever a man was mad yet. Forgive me if the inquiry is impertinent. What can your

motive possibly be for wanting an introduction to Miserrimus Dexter?'

'I want to consult him.'

'May I ask on what subject?'

'On the subject of my husband's Trial.'

Major Fitz-David groaned, and sought a momentary consolation in his friend Benjamin's claret.

'That dreadful subject again!' he exclaimed.

Benjamin, why does she persist in dwelling on that dreadful subject?'

'I must dwell on what is now the one employment and the one hope of my life,' I said. 'I have reason to think that Miserrimus Dexter can help me to clear my husband's character of the stain which the Scotch Verdict has left on it. Tiger and monkey as he may be, I am ready to run the risk of being introduced to him. And I ask you again—rashly and obstinately as I fear you will think-to give me the introduction. It will put you to no inconvenience. I won't trouble you to escort me; a letter to Mr. Dexter would do.'

The Major looked piteously at Benjamin, and shook his head. Benjamin looked piteously at the Major, and shook his bead.

'She appears to insist on it,' said the Major.

'Yes,' said Benjamin. 'She appears to insist on it.'

'I won't take the responsibility, Mr. Benjamin, of sending her alone to Miserrimus Dexter.'

'Shall I go with her, sir?'