“Mrs. Doria Battledoria!” laughed Richard.

“—­being foiled in a little pet scheme of her own—­call it a System if you like—­of some ten or fifteen years’ standing, with regard to Miss Clare!”—­

The fair Shuttlecockiana!”

“—­instead of fretting like a man, and questioning Providence, and turning herself and everybody else inside out, and seeing the world upside down, what does the practical animal do?  She wanted to marry her to somebody she couldn’t marry her to, so she resolved instantly to marry her to somebody she could marry her to:  and as old gentlemen enter into these transactions with the practical animal the most readily, she fixed upon an old gentleman; an unmarried old gentleman, a rich old gentleman, and now a captive old gentleman.  The ceremony takes place in about a week from the present time.  No doubt you will receive your invitation in a day or two.”

“And that cold, icy, wretched Clare has consented to marry an old man!” groaned Richard.  “I’ll put a stop to that when I go to town.”

Richard got up and strode about the room.  Then he bethought him it was time to go on board and make preparations.

“I’m off,” he said.  “Adrian, you’ll take her.  She goes in the Empress, Mountfalcon’s vessel.  He starts us.  A little schooner-yacht—­such a beauty!  I’ll have one like her some day.  Good-bye, darling!” he whispered to Lucy, and his hand and eyes lingered on her, and hers on him, seeking to make up for the priceless kiss they were debarred from.  But she quickly looked away from him as he held her:—­Adrian stood silent:  his brows were up, and his mouth dubiously contracted.  He spoke at last.

“Go on the water?”

“Yes.  It’s only to St. Helen’s.  Short and sharp.”

“Do you grudge me the nourishment my poor system has just received, my son?”

“Oh, bother your system!  Put on your hat, and come along.  I’ll put you on board in my boat.”

“Richard!  I have already paid the penalty of them who are condemned to come to an island.  I will go with you to the edge of the sea, and I will meet you there when you return, and take up the Tale of the Tritons:  but, though I forfeit the pleasure of Mrs. Richard’s company, I refuse to quit the land.”

“Yes, oh, Mr. Harley!” Lucy broke from her husband, “and I will stay with you, if you please.  I don’t want to go among those people, and we can see it all from the shore.

“Dearest!  I don’t want to go.  You don’t mind?  Of course, I will go if you wish, but I would so much rather stay;” and she lengthened her plea in her attitude and look to melt the discontent she saw gathering.

Adrian protested that she had much better go; that he could amuse himself very well till their return, and so forth; but she had schemes in her pretty head, and held to it to be allowed to stay in spite of Lord Mountfalcon’s disappointment, cited by Richard, and at the great risk of vexing her darling, as she saw.  Richard pished, and glanced contemptuously at Adrian.  He gave way ungraciously.