Accordingly, the next morning, Charlie sent in the formal resignation of his commission to the war minister at Stockholm, and Harry left by ship for Revel.  Sir Marmaduke placed his business affairs in the hands of a Scotch merchant at Gottenburg, with instructions to call in the money he had lent on mortgage, and, two days later, took passage with Charlie for Hull, whence they posted across the country to Lancaster, and then drove to Lynnwood.

As soon as the news spread that Sir Marmaduke had returned, the church bells rang a joyous peal, bonfires were lighted, the tenants flocked in to greet him, and the gentry for miles round rode over to welcome and congratulate him.

The next morning he and Charlie rode over to Rockley.

“Oh, Marmaduke,” cried Celia, “I am happy indeed to know that you are back again.  I have never known a day’s happiness since you went.”

“Well, don’t let us think any more about it, Celia,” Sir Marmaduke said, as he kissed her tenderly.  “Let us look on it all as an ugly dream.  It has not been without its advantages, as far as we are concerned.  It has taken me out of myself, and broadened my view of things.  I have not had at all an unpleasant time of it in Sweden, and shall enjoy my home all the more, now that I have been away from it for a while.  As to Charlie, it has made a man of him.  He has gained a great deal of credit, and had opportunities of showing that he is made of good stuff; and now he enters upon life with every advantage, and has a start, indeed, such as very few young fellows can have.  He enters our army as a captain, under the eye of Marlborough himself, with a reputation gained under that of the greatest soldier in Europe.

“So we have no reason to regret the past, cousin, and on that score you have no cause for grief.  As to the future, I trust that it will be bright for both of us, and I think,” he added meaningly, “our former plans for our children are likely to be some day realized.”

Four years later, indeed, the union that both parents had at heart took place, during one of the pauses of the fierce struggle between the British forces under Marlborough, and the French.  At Blenheim, Ramillies, and Oudenarde, and in several long and toilsome sieges, Charlie had distinguished himself greatly, and was regarded by Marlborough as one of the most energetic and trustworthy of his officers.  He had been twice severely wounded, and had gained the rank of colonel.  Harry Jervoise—­who had had a leg shot away, below the knee, by a cannonball at Ramillies, and had then left the army with the rank of major—­was, on the same day as his friend, married to the daughter of one of the gentlemen who had been driven into exile with his father.

In the spring Charlie again joined the army, and commanded a brigade in the desperate struggle on the hill of Malplaquet, one of the hardest fought battles in the history of war.  Peace was made shortly afterwards, and, at the reduction of the army that followed, he went on half pay, and settled down for life at Lynnwood, where Tony Peters and his wife had, at the death of the former occupant of the lodge, been established.