addressed to one of those lady-friends of yours at Zurich, accompanied by the necessary request to post the inclosure.  This is all I need trouble you to do, Mr. Vanstone.  Don’t let me seem inhospitable; but the sooner you can supply me with my materials, the better I shall be pleased.  We entirely understand each other, I suppose?  Having accepted your proposal for my niece’s hand, I sanction a private marriage in consideration of the circumstances on your side.  A little harmless stratagem is necessary to forward your views.  I invent the stratagem at your request, and you make use of it without the least hesitation.  The result is, that in ten days from to-morrow Mrs. Lecount will be on her way to Switzerland; in fifteen days from to-morrow Mrs. Lecount will reach Zurich, and discover the trick we have played her; in twenty days from to-morrow Mrs. Lecount will be back at Aldborough, and will find her master’s wedding-cards on the table, and her master himself away on his honey-moon trip.  I put it arithmetically, for the sake of putting it plain.  God bless you.  Good-morning!”

“I suppose I may have the happiness of seeing Miss Bygrave to-morrow?” said Noel Vanstone, turning round at the door.

“We must be careful,” replied Captain Wragge.  “I don’t forbid to-morrow, but I make no promise beyond that.  Permit me to remind you that we have got Mrs. Lecount to manage for the next ten days.”

“I wish Lecount was at the bottom of the German Ocean!” exclaimed Noel Vanstone, fervently.  “It’s all very well for you to manage her—­you don’t live in the house.  What am I to do?”

“I’ll tell you to-morrow,” said the captain.  “Go out for your walk alone, and drop in here, as you dropped in to-day, at two o’clock.  In the meantime, don’t forget those things I want you to send me.  Seal them up together in a large envelope.  When you have done that, ask Mrs. Lecount to walk out with you as usual; and while she is upstairs putting her bonnet on, send the servant across to me.  You understand?  Good-morning.”

An hour afterward, the sealed envelope, with its inclosures, reached Captain Wragge in perfect safety.  The double task of exactly imitating a strange handwriting, and accurately copying words written in a language with which he was but slightly acquainted, presented more difficulties to be overcome than the captain had anticipated.  It was eleven o’clock before the employment which he had undertaken was successfully completed, and the letter to Zurich ready for the post.

Before going to bed, he walked out on the deserted Parade to breathe the cool night air.  All the lights were extinguished in Sea-view Cottage, when he looked that way, except the light in the housekeeper’s window.  Captain Wragge shook his head suspiciously.  He had gained experience enough by this time to distrust the wakefulness of Mrs. Lecount.

CHAPTER IX.