3.  Not long afterward, Miss Eyrecourt and her mother surprised the neighborhood by suddenly leaving Beaupark House.  Their destination was supposed to be London.

4.  Mr. Winterfield himself next left his country seat for the Continent.  His exact destination was not mentioned to any one.  The steward, soon afterward, dismissed all the servants, and the house was left empty for more than a year.

5.  At the end of that time Mr. Winterfield returned alone to Beaupark House, and told nobody how, or where, he had passed the long interval of his absence.

6.  Mr. Winterfield remains, to the present day, an unmarried man.

Having arrived at these preliminary discoveries, it was time to try what I could make of Mr. Winterfield next.

Among the other good things which this gentleman has inherited is a magnificent library collected by his father.  That one learned man should take another learned man to see the books was a perfectly natural proceeding.  My introduction to the master of the house followed my introduction to the library almost as a matter of course.

I am about to surprise you, as I was myself surprised.  In all my long experience, Mr. Winterfield is, I think, the most fascinating person I ever met with.  Genial, unassuming manners, a prepossessing personal appearance, a sweet temper, a quaint humor delightfully accompanied by natural refinement—­such are the characteristic qualities of the man from whom I myself saw Miss Eyrecourt (accidentally meeting him in public) recoil with dismay and disgust!  It is absolutely impossible to look at him, and to believe him to be capable of a cruel or dishonorable action.  I never was so puzzled in my life.

You may be inclined to think that I am misled by a false impression, derived from the gratifying welcome that I received as a friend of Father Newbliss.  I will not appeal to my knowledge of human nature—­I will refer to the unanswerable evidence of Mr. Winterfield’s poorer neighbors.  Wherever I went, in the village or out of it, if I mentioned his name, I produced a universal outburst of admiration and gratitude.  “There never was such a friend to poor people, and there never can be such another to the end of the world.”  Such was a fisherman’s description of him; and the one cry of all the men and women near us answered, “That’s the truth!”

And yet there is something wrong—­for this plain reason, that there is something to be concealed in the past lives of Mr. Winterfield and Miss Eyrecourt.

Under these perplexing circumstances, what use have I made of my opportunities?  I am going to surprise you again—­I have mentioned Romayne’s name to Mr. Winterfield; and I have ascertained that they are, so far, perfect strangers to one another—­and that is all.

The little incident of mentioning Romayne arose out of my examination of the library.  I discovered certain old volumes, which may one day be of use to him, if he continues his contemplated work on the Origin of Religions.  Hearing me express myself to this effect, Mr. Winterfield replied with the readiest kindness: