“Less than you suppose, sir; but you will remember that my mother is esteemed as a terrible power by all concerned with her.  Even when she seemed to love me tenderly, I was made to know what it was to cross her will, and alas! she always carries her point.”

“It did seem a mode of protection,” said Betty, more kindly.

“And” added the youth, “my uncle impressed on me from the first that he only consented on condition the I treated this wedlock as betrothal alone, never met my sweet love save in his dark room, and never revealed myself to her.  He said it was a mere expedient for guarding her until I shall come of age, or Mr. Wayland comes home, when I shall woo her openly, and if needful, repeat the ceremony with her full knowledge.  Meanwhile I wrote the whole to my stepfather, and am amazed that he has never written nor come home.”

“That is the only rational thing I have heard,” said the Major.  “Though—­did your uncle expect your young blood to keep the terms?”

“Indeed, sir, I was frightened enough the first evening that I ventured on any advances, for they startled her enough to make her swoon away.  I carried her from her room, and my uncle dragged me back before the colour came back to that lovely face so that the women might come to her.  That was the only time I ever saw her save through the chinks of the shutters.  Judge of the distraction I lived in!”

Betty looked shocked, but her father chuckled a little, though he maintained his tone of censure “And may I inquire how often these distracting interviews took place?”

“Cruelly seldom for one to whom they were life itself!  Mar is, as you know, colonel of my corps, and my liberty has been restrained as much as possible; I believe I have been oftener on guard and on court-martial than any officer of my standing in the service; but about once in a fortnight I could contrive to ride down to a little wayside inn where I kept a fresh horse, also a livery coat and hat.  I tied up my horse in a barn on the borders of the park, and put on a black vizard, so as to pass for my uncle’s negro in the dark.  I could get admittance to my uncle’s rooms unknown to any servant save faithful Jumbo—­who has been the sole depository of our secret.  However, since my mother’s return from Bath, where the compact with Lady Aresfield was fully determined, the persecution has been fiercer.  I may have aroused suspicion by failing to act my part when she triumphantly announced my uncle’s marriage to me, or else by my unabated resistance to the little termagant who is to be forced on me.  At any rate, I have been so intolerably watched whenever I was not on duty, that my hours of bliss became rarer than ever.  Well, sir, my uncle charges me with indiscretion, and says my ardour aroused unreasonable suspicions.  He was constantly anxious, and would baulk me in my happiest and most tantalising moments by making some excuse for breaking up the evening, and then