Her neighbor on the right was a man of sixty, and his vestments announced him a servant of the sanctuary.  His intentness on the game proceeded no doubt from his habits of reflection; his smile at success, quite possibly from charity to his neighbors; his frown in adversity from displeasure at the triumphs of the wicked, for such in his heart he had set down Miss Wigram to be; and his unconquerable gravity in the employment from a profound regard to the dignity of his holy office.

The fourth performer in this trial of memories was an ancient lady, gaily dressed, and intently eager on the game.  Between her and the young man was a large pile of guineas, which appeared to be her exclusive property, from which she repeatedly, during the play, tendered one to his acceptance on the event of a hand or a trick, and to which she seldom failed from inadvertence to add his mite, contributing to accumulate the pile.

“Two double and the rub, my dear doctor,” exclaimed the senior lady, in triumph.  “Sir William, you owe me ten.”

The money was paid as easily as it had been won, and the dowager proceeded to settle some bets with her female antagonist.

“Two more, I fancy, ma’am,” said she, closely scanning the contributions of the maiden.

“I believe it is right, my lady,” was the answer, with a look that said pretty plainly, that or nothing.

“I beg pardon, my dear, here are but four; and you remember two on the corner, and four on the points.  Doctor, I will trouble you for a couple of guineas from Miss Wigram’s store, I am in haste to get to the Countess’s route.”

The doctor was coolly helping himself from the said store, under the watchful eyes of its owner, and secretly exulting in his own judgment in requiring the stakes, when the maiden replied in great warmth,

“Your ladyship forgets the two you lost to me at Mrs. Howard’s.”

“It must be a mistake, my dear, I always pay as I lose,” cried the dowager, with great spirit, stretching over the table and helping herself to the disputed money.

Mr. Benfield and Emily had stood silent spectators of the whole scene, the latter in astonishment to meet such manners in such society, and the former under feelings it would have been difficult to describe; for in the face of the Dowager which was inflamed partly from passion and more from high living, he recognised the remains of his Lady Juliana, now the Dowager Viscountess Haverford.

“Emmy, dear,” said the old man, with a heavy-drawn sigh, as if awaking from a long and troubled dream, “we will go.”

The phantom of forty years had vanished before the truth and the fancies of retirement, simplicity, and a diseased imagination yielded to the influence of life and common sense.

Chapter XL.

With Harriet, now closely connected with them by marriage as well as attachment, the baronet’s family maintained a most friendly intercourse; and Mrs. Wilson, and Emily, a prodigious favorite with her new cousin, consented to pass a day soberly with her during an excursion of her husband to Windsor on business connected with his station.  They had, accordingly, driven round to an early breakfast; and Chatterton, after politely regretting his loss, and thanking them for their consideration for his wife, made his bow.