“You acted like yourself, Cuthbert.  Like one who would risk body and soul for one you loved.  But it is time that this scene should end.  I utterly refuse the assistance so nobly offered.  I go forth alone into the world to make my own way, or to be forgotten.  It only remains to say good-bye.  I leave this house without a hard thought towards any one in it.  I am at peace with all the world.  Father Mackworth, I beg your forgiveness.  I have often been rude and brutal to you.  Good-bye!”

He shook hands with Mackworth, then with William, and lastly he went up to Cuthbert and kissed him on the cheek; and then walked out of the door into the hall.

“I am going to follow him, wherever he goes,” said William.  “If he goes to the world’s end, I will be with him!”

II.—­Charles Loses Himself

Charles fled from Ravenshoe for London in the middle of the night, determined that William should not follow him.  But he could not bear to go out and seek fortune without seeing Adelaide.  So he called at Ranford, Lord Ascot’s seat, only to learn that Adelaide had eloped with Lord Welter.  The two were married when he afterwards saw them in London.

Charles had to tell his story to old Lady Ascot, and when he had gone she said to herself, “I will never keep another secret after this.  It was for Alicia’s sake and for Peter’s that I did it, and now see what has become of me!”

In London, Charles Ravenshoe committed suicide deliberately.  He did not hang himself or drown himself; he hired himself out as groom—­being perfectly accomplished in everything relating to horses—­to Lieutenant Hornby, of the 140th Hussars; and when the Crimean War broke out, enlisted, under the name of Simpson, as a trooper in Hornby’s regiment.

On October 25 Charles was at Balaclava.  They went down hill, straight towards the guns, and almost at once the shot from them began to tell.  Charles was in the second line, and the men in the front line began to fall terribly fast as they rode into the narrowing valley.  It was impossible to keep line.  Presently the batteries right and left opened on them, and those who were there engaged can give us very little idea of what followed in the next quarter of an hour.  They were soon among the guns—­the very guns that had annoyed them from the first—­and Charles, and two or three others known to him, were hunting some Russian artillerymen round these guns for a minute or so.

He saw also at this time a friend of his—­a cornet—­on foot, and rode to his assistance.  He caught a riderless horse, and the cornet mounted.  Then the word was given to get back again, and as they turned their faces to get out of this terrible hell, poor Charles gave a short, sharp scream, and bent down in his saddle over his horse’s neck.