’I am sorry, Alice dear, for having spoken so crossly; but I am sorely tried.  I really am more to be pitied than blamed; and if you knew all, you would, I know, be the first to try to help me out of my difficulties, instead of striving to increase them.’  ’I would do anything to help you,’ exclaimed Alice, deceived by the accent of sorrow with which Mrs. Barton knew how to invest her words.

’I am sure you would, if you knew how much depends—­But dry your eyes, my dear, for goodness’ sake dry them.  Here we are at the door.  I only want you to be with Olive when she tells Captain Hibbert that she cannot—­and, now mind, Olive, you tell him plainly that he must not consider himself engaged to you.’

In the ceremonious drawing-room, patched with fragments of Indian drapery, Lady Jane and Lady Sarah sat angularly and as far from their guests as possible, for they suspected that their house was being made use of as a battle-ground by Mrs. Barton, and were determined to resent the impertinence as far as lay in their power.  But Milord continued to speak of indifferent things with urbanity and courtly gestures; and as they descended the staircase, he explained the beauty of his marble statues and his stuffed birds.

‘But, Lady Jane, where is Cecilia?  I hope she is not unwell?’

’Oh no; Cecilia is quite well, thank you.  But she never comes down when there is company—­she is so very sensitive.  But that reminds me.  She told me to tell you that she is dying to see you.  You will find her waiting for you in her room when we have finished lunch.’

‘Cecilia is not the only person to be thought of,’ said Milord.  ’I will not allow Alice to hide herself away upstairs for the rest of the afternoon.  I hear, Alice, you are a great admirer of Tennyson’s Idylls.  I have just received a new edition of his poems, with illustrations by Dore:  charming artist, full of poetry, fancy, sweetness, imagination.  Do you admire Dore, Captain Hibbert?’

The Captain declared that he admired Dore far more than the old masters, a point of taste that Milord ventured to question; and until they rose from table he spoke of his collection of Arundel prints with grace and erudition.  Then they all went out to walk on the terrace.  But as their feet echoed in the silence of the hall, Cecilia, in a voice tremulous with expectancy, was heard speaking: 

‘Alice, come upstairs; I am waiting for you.’

Alice made a movement as if to comply, but, stepping under the banisters, Lord Dungory said: 

’Alice cannot come now, she is going out to walk with us, dear.  She will see you afterwards.’

‘Oh! let me go to her,’ Alice cried.

‘There will be plenty of time to see her later on,’ whispered Mrs. Barton.  ’Remember what you promised me; ’and she pointed to Captain Hibbert, who was standing on the steps of the house, his wide decorative shoulders defined against a piece of grey sky.