A look flashed on him from Anne, which thanked him as no words could have thanked him.

“Give you a bed?” repeated Geoffrey.  He checked himself, on the point of refusing.  His mother was watching him; his wife was watching him—­and his wife knew that the room above them was a room to spare.  “All right!” he resumed, in another tone, with his eye on his mother.  “There’s my empty room up stairs.  Have it, if you like.  You won’t find I’ve changed my mind to-morrow—­but that’s your look-out.  Stop here, if the fancy takes you.  I’ve no objection.  It don’t matter to Me.—­Will you trust his lordship under my roof?” he added, addressing his mother.  “I might have some motive that I’m hiding from you, you know!” Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Anne.  “Go and tell old Dummy to put the sheets on the bed.  Say there’s a live lord in the house—­she’s to send in something devilish good for supper!” He burst fiercely into a forced laugh.  Lady Holchester rose at the moment when Anne was leaving the room.  “I shall not be here when you return,” she said.  “Let me bid you good-night.”

She shook hands with Anne—­giving her Sir Patrick’s note, unseen, at the same moment.  Anne left the room.  Without addressing another word to her second son, Lady Holchester beckoned to Julius to give her his arm.  “You have acted nobly toward your brother,” she said to him.  “My one comfort and my one hope, Julius, are in you.”  They went out together to the gate, Geoffrey following them with the key in his hand.  “Don’t be too anxious,” Julius whispered to his mother.  “I will keep the drink out of his way to-night—­and I will bring you a better account of him to-morrow.  Explain every thing to Sir Patrick as you go home.”

He handed Lady Holchester into the carriage; and re-entered, leaving Geoffrey to lock the gate.  The brothers returned in silence to the cottage.  Julius had concealed it from his mother—­but he was seriously uneasy in secret.  Naturally prone to look at all things on their brighter side, he could place no hopeful interpretation on what Geoffrey had said and done that night.  The conviction that he was deliberately acting a part, in his present relations with his wife, for some abominable purpose of his own, had rooted itself firmly in Julius.  For the first time in his experience of his brother, the pecuniary consideration was not the uppermost consideration in Geoffrey’s mind.  They went back into the drawing-room.  “What will you have to drink?” said Geoffrey.

“Nothing.”

“You won’t keep me company over a drop of brandy-and-water?”

“No.  You have had enough brandy-and-water.”

After a moment of frowning self-consideration in the glass, Geoffrey abruptly agreed with Julius “I look like it,” he said.  “I’ll soon put that right.”  He disappeared, and returned with a wet towel tied round his head.  “What will you do while the women are getting your bed ready?  Liberty Hall here.  I’ve taken to cultivating my mind—–­I’m a reformed character, you know, now I’m a married man.  You do what you like.  I shall read.”