Leaving him to suspense, and all the ills that came in its train —­distracted application to his duties, and an undefined number of sleepless nights and untasted dinners, Miss Aldclyffe looked at her watch and returned to the House.  She was about to keep an appointment with her solicitor, Mr. Nyttleton, who had been to Budmouth, and was coming to Knapwater on his way back to London.

2.  AUGUST THE TWENTIETH

On the Saturday subsequent to Mr. Nyttleton’s visit to Knapwater House, the subjoined advertisement appeared in the Field and the Builder newspapers:—­

’LAND STEWARD.

’A gentleman of integrity and professional skill is required immediately for the MANAGEMENT of an ESTATE, containing about 1000 acres, upon which agricultural improvements and the erection of buildings are contemplated.  He must be a man of superior education, unmarried, and not more than thirty years of age.  Considerable preference will be shown for one who possesses an artistic as well as a practical knowledge of planning and laying out.  The remuneration will consist of a salary of 220 pounds, with the old manor-house as a residence—­Address Messrs. Nyttleton and Tayling, solicitors, Lincoln’s Inn Fields.’

A copy of each paper was sent to Miss Aldclyffe on the day of publication.  The same evening she told Cytherea that she was advertising for a steward, who would live at the old manor-house, showing her the papers containing the announcement.

What was the drift of that remark? thought the maiden; or was it merely made to her in confidential intercourse, as other arrangements were told her daily.  Yet it seemed to have more meaning than common.  She remembered the conversation about architects and surveyors, and her brother Owen.  Miss Aldclyffe knew that his situation was precarious, that he was well educated and practical, and was applying himself heart and soul to the details of the profession and all connected with it.  Miss Aldclyffe might be ready to take him if he could compete successfully with others who would reply.  She hazarded a question: 

‘Would it be desirable for Owen to answer it?’

‘Not at all,’ said Miss Aldclyffe peremptorily.

A flat answer of this kind had ceased to alarm Cytherea.  Miss Aldclyffe’s blunt mood was not her worst.  Cytherea thought of another man, whose name, in spite of resolves, tears, renunciations and injured pride, lingered in her ears like an old familiar strain.  That man was qualified for a stewardship under a king.

‘Would it be of any use if Edward Springrove were to answer it?’ she said, resolutely enunciating the name.

‘None whatever,’ replied Miss Aldclyffe, again in the same decided tone.

‘You are very unkind to speak in that way.’

’Now don’t pout like a goosie, as you are.  I don’t want men like either of them, for, of course, I must look to the good of the estate rather than to that of any individual.  The man I want must have been more specially educated.  I have told you that we are going to London next week; it is mostly on this account.’