‘Where is my wife, madam?’

‘Have you just come from the Arctic Regions?’

‘I have come for my wife, madam!’

His unsettled grey eyes wandered restlessly on Lady Jocelyn’s face.  The Countess standing near the Duke, felt some pity for the wife of that cropped-headed, tight-skinned lunatic at large, but deeper was the Countess’s pity for Lady Jocelyn, in thinking of the account she would have to render on the Day of Judgement, when she heard her ladyship reply—­

‘Evelyn is not here.’

Captain Evremonde bowed profoundly, trailing his broad white hat along the sward.

‘Do me the favour to read this, madam,’ he said, and handed a letter to her.

Lady Jocelyn raised her brows as she gathered the contents of the letter.

‘Ferdinand’s handwriting!’ she exclaimed.

’I accuse no one, madam,—­I make no accusation.  I have every respect for you, madam,—­you have my esteem.  I am sorry to intrude, madam, an intrusion is regretted.  My wife runs away from her bed, madam, and I have the law, madam, the law is with the husband.  No force!’ He lashed his cane sharply against his white legs.  ‘The law, madam.  No brute force!’ His cane made a furious whirl, cracking again on his legs, as he reiterated, ‘The law!’

’Does the law advise you to strike at a tangent all over the country in search for her?’ inquired Lady Jocelyn.

Captain Evremonde became ten times more voluble and excited.

Mrs. Mel was heard by the Countess to say:  ’Her ladyship does not know how to treat madmen.’

Nor did Sir Franks and Sir John.  They began expostulating with him.

‘A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him,’ said Mrs. Mel.

And now the Countess stepped forward to Lady Jocelyn, and hoped she would not be thought impertinent in offering her opinion as to how this frantic person should be treated.  The case indeed looked urgent.  Many gentlemen considered themselves bound to approach and be ready in case of need.  Presently the Countess passed between Sir Franks and Sir John, and with her hand put up, as if she feared the furious cane, said: 

‘You will not strike me?’

‘Strike a lady, madam?’ The cane and hat were simultaneously lowered.

’Lady Jocelyn permits me to fetch for you a gentleman of the law.  Or will you accompany me to him?’

In a moment, Captain Evremonde’s manners were subdued and civilized, and in perfectly sane speech he thanked the Countess and offered her his arm.  The Countess smilingly waved back Sir John, who motioned to attend on her, and away she went with the Captain, with all the glow of a woman who feels that she is heaping coals of fire on the heads of her enemies.

Was she not admired now?

‘Upon my honour,’ said Lady Jocelyn, ‘they are a remarkable family,’ meaning the Harringtons.