‘But, definitely,’ she said, with a show of impatience, ’what is your reason?’

’He is a voluptuary with activity; which is a very bad form of man —­as bad as it is rare.’

‘Oh.  Thank you for your explicit statement, Mr. Nyttleton,’ said Miss Aldclyffe, starting a little and flushing with displeasure.

Mr. Nyttleton nodded slightly, as a sort of neutral motion, simply signifying a receipt of the information, good or bad.

’And I really think it is hardly worth while to trouble you further in this,’ continued the lady.  ’He’s quite good enough for a little insignificant place like mine at Knapwater; and I know that I could not get on with one of the others for a single month.  We’ll try him.’

‘Certainly, Miss Aldclyffe,’ said the lawyer.  And Mr. Manston was written to, to the effect that he was the successful competitor.

’Did you see how unmistakably her temper was getting the better of her, that minute you were in the room?’ said Nyttleton to Tayling, when their client had left the house.  Nyttleton was a man who surveyed everybody’s character in a sunless and shadowless northern light.  A culpable slyness, which marked him as a boy, had been moulded by Time, the Improver, into honourable circumspection.

We frequently find that the quality which, conjoined with the simplicity of the child, is vice, is virtue when it pervades the knowledge of the man.

’She was as near as damn-it to boiling over when I added up her man,’ continued Nyttleton.  ’His handsome face is his qualification in her eyes.  They have met before; I saw that.’

‘He didn’t seem conscious of it,’ said the junior.

’He didn’t.  That was rather puzzling to me.  But still, if ever a woman’s face spoke out plainly that she was in love with a man, hers did that she was with him.  Poor old maid, she’s almost old enough to be his mother.  If that Manston’s a schemer he’ll marry her, as sure as I am Nyttleton.  Let’s hope he’s honest, however.’

‘I don’t think she’s in love with him,’ said Tayling.  He had seen but little of the pair, and yet he could not reconcile what he had noticed in Miss Aldclyffe’s behaviour with the idea that it was the bearing of a woman towards her lover.

’Well, your experience of the fiery phenomenon is more recent than mine,’ rejoined Nyttleton carelessly.  ’And you may remember the nature of it best.’

VIII.  THE EVENTS OF EIGHTEEN DAYS

1.  FROM THE THIRD TO THE NINETEENTH OF SEPTEMBER