land and Janet.  The moist air of flying showers and drenched spring buds surrounded her; I saw her plainly lifting a rose’s head; was it possible I had ever refused to be her yokefellow?  Could so noble a figure of a fair young woman have been offered and repudiated again and again by a man in his senses?  I spurned the intolerable idiot, to stop reflection.  Perhaps she did likewise now.  There was nothing to alarm me save my own eagerness.

The news of my father was perplexing, leading me to suppose him re-established in London, awaiting the coming on of his Case.  Whence the money?

Money and my father, I knew, met as they divided, fortuitously; in illustration of which, I well remembered, while passing in view of the Key of the Adige along the Lombard plain, a circumstance during my Alpine tour with Temple, of more importance to him than to me, when my emulous friend, who would never be beaten, sprained his ankle severely on the crags of a waterfall, not far from Innsbruck, and was invited into a house by a young English lady, daughter of a retired Colonel of Engineers of our army.  The colonel was an exile from his country for no grave crime:  but, as he told us, as much an exile as if he had committed a capital offence in being the father of nine healthy girls.  He had been, against his judgement, he averred, persuaded to fix on his Tyrolese spot of ground by the two elder ones.  Five were now married to foreigners; thus they repaid him, by scattering good English blood on the race of Counts and Freiherrs!  ’I could understand the decrees of Providence before I was a parent,’ said this dear old Colonel Heddon.  ’I was looking up at the rainbow when I heard your steps, asking myself whether it was seen in England at that instant, and why on earth I should be out of England!’ He lived abroad to be able to dower his girls.  His sons-in-law were gentlemen; so far he was condemned to be satisfied, but supposing all his girls married foreigners?  His primitive frankness charmed us, and it struck me that my susceptible Temple would have liked to be in a position to reassure him with regard to the Lucy of the four.  We were obliged to confess that she was catching a foreign accent.  The old colonel groaned.  He begged us to forgive him for not treating us as strangers; his heart leapt out to young English gentlemen.

My name, he said, reminded him of a great character at home, in the old days:  a certain Roy-Richmond, son of an actress and somebody, so the story went:  and there was an old Lord Edbury who knew more about it than most.  ’Now Roy was an adventurer, but he had a soul of true chivalry, by gad, he had!  Plenty of foreign whiffmajigs are to be found, but you won’t come upon a fellow like that.  Where he got his money from none knew:  all I can say is, I don’t believe he ever did a dirty action for it.  And one matter I’ll tell you of:  pardon me a moment, Mr. Richmond, I haven’t talked English for half a century, or, at least, a