‘Mrs Dale,’ said Johnny.  ’Yes, I know Mrs Dale.  I have known Mrs Dale pretty nearly all my life.’  Who could this man be who was gong down to see Mrs Dale—­Mrs Dale, and consequently, Lily Dale?  He thought that he knew Mrs Dale so well, that she could have no visitor of whom he would not be entitled to have some knowledge.  But Major Grantly had nothing more to say at the moment about Mrs Dale.  He had never seen Mrs Dale in his life, and was now going to her house, not to see her, but a friend of hers.  He found that he could not very well explain this to a stranger, and therefore at the moment he said nothing further.  But Johnny would not allow the subject to be dropped.  ’Have you known Mrs Dale long?’ he asked.

‘I have not the pleasure of knowing her at all,’ said the major.

‘I thought, perhaps, by your asking after her—­’

’I intend to call upon her, that is all.  I suppose they will have an omnibus here from “The Magpie"?’ Eames said that there no doubt would be an omnibus from ‘The Magpie’, and then they were at their journey’s end.

For the present we will follow John Eames, who went at once to his mother’s house.  It was his intention to remain there for two or three days, and then go over to the house, or rather to the cottage, of his great ally Lady Julia, which lay just beyond Guestwick Manor, and somewhat nearer to Allington than to the town of Guestwick.  He had made up his mind that he would not himself go over to Allington till he could do so from Guestwick Cottage, as it was called, feeling that, under certain untoward circumstances—­should untoward circumstances arise—­Lady Julia’s sympathy might be more endurable than that of his mother.  But he would take care that it should be known at Allington that he was in the neighbourhood.  He understood the necessary strategy of his campaign too well to suppose that he could startle Lily into acceptance.

With his own mother and sister, John Eames was in these days quite a hero.  He was a hero with them now, because in his early boyish days there had been so little about him that was heroic.  Then there had been a doubt whether he would ever earn his daily bread, and he had been a very heavy burden on the slight family resources in the matter of jackets and trousers.  The pride taken in Johnny had not been great, though the love felt for him had been warm.  But gradually things had changed, and John Eames had become hero in his mother’s eyes.  A chance circumstance had endeared him to Earl De Guest, and from that moment things had gone well with him.  The earl had given him a watch and had left him a fortune, and Sir Raffle Buffle had made him his private secretary.  In the old days, when Johnny’s love for Lily Dale was first discussed by his mother and sister, they had thought it impossible that Lily should ever bring herself to regard with affection so humble a suitor;—­for the Dales have ever held their heads up in the world.  But now there is no misgiving on that score with Mrs Eames and her daughter.  Their wonder that Lily Dale should be such a fool as to decline the love of such a man.  So Johnny was received with respect due to a hero, as well as with the affection belonging to a son;—­by which I mean it to be inferred that Mrs Eames had got a little bit of fish for dinner as well as a leg of mutton.