at his aunt’s turn for solitariness.  As they belonged to sister branches of the same Service, the General and Mr. Reginald Roller had a theme in common, and a passion.  Elizabeth told her father that nothing afforded her so much pleasure as to hear him talk with Mr. Roller on military matters.  General Ople assured her that it pleased him likewise.  He began to spy about for Mr. Roller, and it sometimes occurred that they conversed across the wall; it could hardly be avoided.  A hint or two, an undefinable flying allusion, gave the General to understand that Lady Camper had not been happy in her marriage.  He was pained to think of her misfortune; but as she was not over forty, the disaster was, perhaps, not irremediable; that is to say, if she could be taught to extend her forgiveness to men, and abandon her solitude.  ‘If,’ he said to his daughter, ’Lady Camper should by any chance be induced to contract a second alliance, she would, one might expect, be humanized, and we should have highly agreeable neighbours.’  Elizabeth artlessly hoped for such an event to take place.

She rarely differed with her father, up to whom, taking example from the world around him, she looked as the pattern of a man of wise conduct.

And he was one; and though modest, he was in good humour with himself, approved himself, and could say, that without boasting of success, he was a satisfied man, until he met his touchstone in Lady Camper.

CHAPTER II

This is the pathetic matter of my story, and it requires pointing out, because he never could explain what it was that seemed to him so cruel in it, for he was no brilliant son of fortune, he was no great pretender, none of those who are logically displaced from the heights they have been raised to, manifestly created to show the moral in Providence.  He was modest, retiring, humbly contented; a gentlemanly residence appeased his ambition.  Popular, he could own that he was, but not meteorically; rather by reason of his willingness to receive light than his desire to shed it.  Why, then, was the terrible test brought to bear upon him, of all men?  He was one of us; no worse, and not strikingly or perilously better; and he could not but feel, in the bitterness of his reflections upon an inexplicable destiny, that the punishment befalling him, unmerited as it was, looked like absence of Design in the scheme of things, Above.  It looked as if the blow had been dealt him by reckless chance.  And to believe that, was for the mind of General Ople the having to return to his alphabet and recommence the ascent of the laborious mountain of understanding.

To proceed, the General’s introduction to Lady Camper was owing to a message she sent him by her gardener, with a request that he would cut down a branch of a wychelm, obscuring her view across his grounds toward the river.  The General consulted with his daughter, and came to the conclusion, that as he could hardly despatch a written reply to a verbal message, yet greatly wished to subscribe to the wishes of Lady Camper, the best thing for him to do was to apply for an interview.  He sent word that he would wait on Lady Camper immediately, and betook himself forthwith to his toilette.  She was the niece of an earl.