She restored the letters to their hiding-place, scanned anew the other letters and memoranda, from which she could gain no fresh information, fastened up the cabinet, and left everything in its former condition.

Her mind was ill at ease.  More than ever she wished that she had never seen Manston.  Where the person suspected of mysterious moral obliquity is the possessor of great physical and intellectual attractions, the mere sense of incongruity adds an extra shudder to dread.  The man’s strange bearing terrified Anne as it had terrified Cytherea; for with all the woman Anne’s faults, she had not descended to such depths of depravity as to willingly participate in crime.  She had not even known that a living wife was being displaced till her arrival at Knapwater put retreat out of the question, and had looked upon personation simply as a mode of subsistence a degree better than toiling in poverty and alone, after a bustling and somewhat pampered life as housekeeper in a gay mansion.

              ’Non illa colo calathisve Minervae
      Foemineas assueta manus.’

2.  AFTERNOON

Mr. Raunham and Edward Springrove had by this time set in motion a machinery which they hoped to find working out important results.

The rector was restless and full of meditation all the following morning.  It was plain, even to the servants about him, that Springrove’s communication wore a deeper complexion than any that had been made to the old magistrate for many months or years past.  The fact was that, having arrived at the stage of existence in which the difficult intellectual feat of suspending one’s judgment becomes possible, he was now putting it in practice, though not without the penalty of watchful effort.

It was not till the afternoon that he determined to call on his relative, Miss Aldclyffe, and cautiously probe her knowledge of the subject occupying him so thoroughly.  Cytherea, he knew, was still beloved by this solitary woman.  Miss Aldclyffe had made several private inquiries concerning her former companion, and there was ever a sadness in her tone when the young lady’s name was mentioned, which showed that from whatever cause the elder Cytherea’s renunciation of her favourite and namesake proceeded, it was not from indifference to her fate.

’Have you ever had any reason for supposing your steward anything but an upright man?’ he said to the lady.

‘Never the slightest.  Have you?’ said she reservedly.

‘Well—­I have.’

‘What is it?’

’I can say nothing plainly, because nothing is proved.  But my suspicions are very strong.’

’Do you mean that he was rather cool towards his wife when they were first married, and that it was unfair in him to leave her?  I know he was; but I think his recent conduct towards her has amply atoned for the neglect.’

He looked Miss Aldclyffe full in the face.  It was plain that she spoke honestly.  She had not the slightest notion that the woman who lived with the steward might be other than Mrs. Manston—­much less that a greater matter might be behind.