It was in vain Egremont urged that they might still be friends, that the gulf between rich and poor was not impassable.

“Oh, sir,” said Sybil haughtily, “I am one of those who believe the gulf is impassable—­yes, utterly impassable!”

IV.—­Plotting Against Lord De Mowbray

Stephen Morley was the editor of the “Mowbray Phoenix,” a teetotaler, a vegetarian, a believer in moral force.  The friend of Gerard, and in love with Sybil, Stephen looked with no favour on Egremont.  Although a delegate to the Chartist Convention, Stephen had not forgotten the claims of Gerard to landed estate, and had pursued his inquiries as to the whereabouts of Hatton with some success.

First Stephen had journeyed to Woodgate, commonly known as Hell-house Yard, a wild and savage place, the abode of a lawless race of men who fashioned locks and instruments of iron.  Here he had found Simon Hatton, who knew nothing of his brother’s residence.

By accident Stephen discovered that the man he sought lived in the Temple.  Baptist Hatton at that time was the most famous of heraldic antiquaries.  Not a pedigree in dispute, not a peerage in abeyance, but it was submitted to his consideration.  A solitary man was Baptist Hatton, wealthy and absorbed in his pursuits.  The meeting with Morley excited him, and he turned over the matter anxiously in his mind as he sat alone.

“The son of Walter Gerard, a Chartist delegate!  The best blood in England!  Those infernal papers!  They made my fortune; and yet the deed has cost me many a pang.  It seemed innoxious; the old man dead, insolvent; myself starving; his son ignorant of all—­to whom could they be of use, for it required thousands to work them?  And yet with all my wealth and power what memory shall I leave?  Not a relative in the world, except a barbarian.  Ah! had I a child like the beautiful daughter of Gerard.  I have seen her.  He must be a fiend who could injure her.  I am that fiend.  Let me see what can be done.  What if I married her?”

But Hatton did not offer marriage to Sybil.  He did much to make her stay in London pleasant; but there was something about the maiden that awed while it fascinated him.  A Catholic himself, Hatton was not surprised to hear from Gerard of Sybil’s wish to enter a convent.  “And to my mind she is right.  My daughter cannot look to marriage; no man that she could marry would be worthy of her.”

This did not deter Hatton from considering how the papers relating to Gerard’s lost estates could be recovered.

The first move was an action entered against Lord de Mowbray, and this brought that distinguished peer to Mr. Hatton’s chambers in the Temple, for Hatton was at that time advising Lord de Mowbray in the matter of reviving an ancient barony.  Hatton easily quieted his client.

“Mr. Walter Gerard can do nothing without the deed of ’77.  Your documents you say are all secure?”