have sailed.  He was not so mad but that he knew that no one else would be so keen to take steps against him as would Sir Marmaduke.  As for his health, her account of him was very sad.  ‘He seemed,’ she said, ’to be withering away.’  His hand was mere skin and bone.  His hair and beard so covered his thin long cheeks, that there was nothing left of his face but his bright, large, melancholy eyes.  His legs had become so frail and weak that they would hardly bear his weight as he walked; and his clothes, though he had taken a fancy to throw aside all that he had brought with him from England, hung so loose about him that they seemed as though they would fall from him.  Once she had ventured to send out to him from Siena a doctor to whom she had been recommended in Florence; but he had taken the visit in very bad part, had told the gentleman that he had no need for any medical services, and had been furious with her, because of her offence in having sent such a visitor.  He had told her that if ever she ventured to take such a liberty again, he would demand the child back, and refuse her permission inside the gates of Casalunga.  ‘Don’t come, at any rate, till I send for you,’ Mrs Trevelyan said in her last letter to her sister.  ’Your being here would do no good, and would, I think, make him feel that he was being watched.  My hope is, at last, to get him to return with me.  If you were here, I think this would be less likely.  And then why should you be mixed up with such unutterable sadness and distress more than is essentially necessary?  My health stands wonderfully well, though the heat here is very great.  It is cooler at Casalunga than in the town, of which I am glad for his sake.  He perspires so profusely that it seems to me he cannot stand the waste much longer.  I know he will not go to England as long as papa is there, but I hope that he may be induced to do so by slow stages as soon as he knows that papa has gone.  Mind you send me a newspaper, so that he may see it stated in print that papa has sailed.’

It followed as one consequence of these letters from Florence that Nora was debarred from the Italian scheme as a mode of passing her time till some house should be open for her reception.  She had suggested to Hugh that she might go for a few weeks to Nuncombe Putney, but he had explained to her the nature of his mother’s cottage, and had told her that there was no hole there in which she could lay her head.  ’There never was such a forlorn young woman,’ she said.  ’When papa goes I shall literally be without shelter.’  There had come a letter from Mrs Glascock, at least it was signed Caroline Glascock, though another name might have been used, dated from Milan, saying that they were hurrying back to Naples even at that season of the year, because Lord Peterborough was dead.  ‘And she is Lady Peterborough!’ said Lady Rowley, unable to repress the expression of the old regrets.  ’Of course she is Lady Peterborough, mamma; what else should she be? though she does not so sign herself.’  ‘We think,’ said the American peeress, ’that we shall be at Monkhams before the end of August, and Charles says that you are to come just the same.  There will be nobody else there, of course, because of Lord Peterborough’s death.’  ‘I saw it in the paper,’ said Sir Marmaduke, ‘and quite forgot to mention it.’