Among these last, arriving at an earlier hour than is customary, is a person of distinction who is positively bent on seeing either the master or the mistress of the house, and who will take no denial.  While this person is parleying with the chief of the servants, Lord Holchester, passing from one room to another, happens to cross the inner end of the hall.  The person instantly darts at him with a cry of “Dear Lord Holchester!” Julius turns, and sees—­Lady Lundie!

He is fairly caught, and he gives way with his best grace.  As he opens the door of the nearest room for her ladyship, he furtively consults his watch, and says in his inmost soul, “How am I to get rid of her before the others come?”

Lady Lundie settles down on a sofa in a whirlwind of silk and lace, and becomes, in her own majestic way, “perfectly charming.”  She makes the most affectionate inquiries about Lady Holchester, about the Dowager Lady Holchester, about Julius himself.  Where have they been? what have they seen? have time and change helped them to recover the shock of that dreadful event, to which Lady Lundie dare not more particularly allude?  Julius answers resignedly, and a little absently.  He makes polite inquiries, on his side, as to her ladyship’s plans and proceedings—­with a mind uneasily conscious of the inexorable lapse of time, and of certain probabilities which that lapse may bring with it.  Lady Lundie has very little to say about herself.  She is only in town for a few weeks.  Her life is a life of retirement.  “My modest round of duties at Windygates, Lord Holchester; occasionally relieved, when my mind is overworked, by the society of a few earnest friends whose views harmonize with my own—­my existence passes (not quite uselessly, I hope) in that way.  I have no news; I see nothing—­except, indeed, yesterday, a sight of the saddest kind.”  She pauses there.  Julius observes that he is expected to make inquiries, and makes them accordingly.

Lady Lundie hesitates; announces that her news refers to that painful past event which she has already touched on; acknowledges that she could not find herself in London without feeling an act of duty involved in making inquiries at the asylum in which Hester Dethridge is confined for life; announces that she has not only made the inquiries, but has seen the unhappy woman herself; has spoken to her, has found her unconscious of her dreadful position, incapable of the smallest exertion of memory, resigned to the existence that she leads, and likely (in the opinion of the medical superintendent) to live for some years to come.  Having stated these facts, her ladyship is about to make a few of those “remarks appropriate to the occasion,” in which she excels, when the door opens; and Lady Holchester, in search of her missing husband, enters the room.

II.

There is a new outburst of affectionate interest on Lady Lundie’s part—­met civilly, but not cordially, by Lady Holchester.  Julius’s wife seems, like Julius, to be uneasily conscious of the lapse of time.  Like Julius again, she privately wonders how long Lady Lundie is going to stay.