Lord Ormersfield looked on as if he almost envied the relief of the outburst, but James’s first movement was to turn on him, as if he were neglecting his son, sharply demanding, ‘Who is with him?’

‘He wished to be left with Mr. Holdsworth.’

‘Is it come to this!’ cried James.  ’Oh, why did I not come down with him?  I might have prevented all this!’

‘You could not have acted otherwise,’ said the Earl, kindly.  ’Your engagement was already formed.’

‘I could!’ said James.  ’I would not.  I thought it one of your excuses for helping us.’

‘It is vain to lament these things now,’ said Lord Ormersfield.  ’It is very kind in you to have come down, and it will give him great pleasure if he be able to see you.’

‘If!’ James stammered between consternation and anger at the doubt, and treated the Earl with a kind of implied resentment as if for injustice suffered by Louis, but it was affecting to see his petulance received with patience, almost with gratitude, as a proof of his affection for Louis.  The Earl stood upright and motionless before the fire, answering steadily, but in an almost inward voice, all the detailed questions put by James, who, seated on one chair, with his hands locked on the back of the other, looked keenly up to him with his sharp black eyes, often overflowing with tears, and his voice broken by grief.  When he had elicited that Louis had been much excited and distressed by the thought of his failings, he burst out, ’Whatever you may think, Lord Ormersfield, no one ever had less on his conscience!’

‘I am sure of it.’

’I know of no one who would have given up his own way again and again without a murmur, only to be called fickle.’

‘Yes, it has often been so,’ meekly said Lord Ormersfield.

‘Fickle!’ repeated James, warming with the topic, and pouring out what had been boiling within for years.  ’He was only fickle because his standard was too high to be reached!  You thought him weak!’

‘There may be weakness by nature strengthened by principle,’ said Mrs. Ponsonby.

‘True,’ cried Jem, who, having taken no previous notice of her, had at first on her speaking bent his brows on her as if to extend to her the storm he was inflicting on poor, defenceless Lord Ormersfield, ’he is thought soft because of his easy way; but come to the point where harm displays itself, you can’t move him a step farther—­though he hangs back in such a quiet, careless fashion, that it seems as if he was only tired of the whole concern, and so it goes down again as changeableness.’

‘You always did him justice,’ said Lord Ormersfield, laying his hand on his cousin’s shoulder, but James retreated ungraciously.

‘I suppose, where he saw evil, he actually took a dislike,’ said Mrs. Ponsonby.

‘It is an absolute repugnance to anything bad.  You,’ turning again on the Earl, ’had an idea of his being too ready to run into all sorts of company; but I told you there was no danger.’