stayed there one winter, and then flitted back to Naples with gladness and delight.  Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Galindo lived in London.  He had obtained a curacy somewhere in the city.  They would have been thankful now if Mr. Mark Gibson had renewed his offer.  No one could accuse him of mercenary motives if he had done so.  Because he did not come forward, as they wished, they brought his silence up as a justification of what they had previously attributed to him.  I don’t know what Miss Galindo thought herself; but Lady Ludlow has told me how she shrank from hearing her parents abuse him.  Lady Ludlow supposed that he was aware that they were living in London.  His father must have known the fact, and it was curious if he had never named it to his son.  Besides, the name was very uncommon; and it was unlikely that it should never come across him, in the advertisements of charity sermons which the new and rather eloquent curate of Saint Mark’s East was asked to preach.  All this time Lady Ludlow never lost sight of them, for Miss Galindo’s sake.  And when the father and mother died, it was my lady who upheld Miss Galindo in her determination not to apply for any provision to her cousin, the Italian baronet, but rather to live upon the hundred a-year which had been settled on her mother and the children of his son Hubert’s marriage by the old grandfather, Sir Lawrence.

Mr. Mark Gibson had risen to some eminence as a barrister on the Northern Circuit, but had died unmarried in the lifetime of his father, a victim (so people said) to intemperance.  Doctor Trevor, the physician who had been called in to Mr. Gray and Harry Gregson, had married a sister of his.  And that was all my lady knew about the Gibson family.  But who was Bessy?

That mystery and secret came out, too, in process of time.  Miss Galindo had been to Warwick, some years before I arrived at Hanbury, on some kind of business or shopping, which can only be transacted in a county town.  There was an old Westmoreland connection between her and Mrs. Trevor, though I believe the latter was too young to have been made aware of her brother’s offer to Miss Galindo at the time when it took place; and such affairs, if they are unsuccessful, are seldom spoken about in the gentleman’s family afterwards.  But the Gibsons and Galindos had been county neighbours too long for the connection not to be kept up between two members settled far away from their early homes.  Miss Galindo always desired her parcels to be sent to Dr. Trevor’s, when she went to Warwick for shopping purchases.  If she were going any journey, and the coach did not come through Warwick as soon as she arrived (in my lady’s coach or otherwise) from Hanbury, she went to Doctor Trevor’s to wait.  She was as much expected to sit down to the household meals as if she had been one of the family:  and in after-years it was Mrs. Trevor who managed her repository business for her.