’John Dusautoy?  Ay, he is admirable—­not that I have done more than see him at visitations when he was curate at Lauriston.’

‘Is he married?’

’I fancy he is, but I am not sure.  There is one good friend for Albinia any way!’

‘And now for your investigations.  Did you see Colonel Bury?’

’I did, but he could say little more than we knew.  He says nothing could be more exemplary than Kendal’s whole conduct in India, he only regretted that he kept so much aloof from others, that his principle and gentlemanly feeling did not tell as much as could have been wished.  He has always been wrapped up in his own pursuits—­a perfect dictionary of information.’

’We had found out that, though he is so silent.  I should think him a most elegant scholar.’

’And a deep one.  He has studied and polished his acquirements to the utmost.  I assure you, Winifred, I mean to be proud of my brother-in-law.’

‘What did you hear of the first wife?’

’It was an early marriage.  He went home as soon as he had sufficient salary, married her, and brought her out.  She was a brilliant dark beauty, who became quickly a motherly, housewifely, common-place person—­I should think there had been a poet’s love, never awakened from.’

’The very thing that has always struck me when, poor man, he has tried to be civil to me.  Here is a man, sensible himself, but who has never had the hap to live with sensible women.’

’When their children grew too old for India, she came into some little property at Bayford Bridge, which enabled him to retire.  Colonel Bury came home in the same ship, and saw much of them, liked him better and better, and seems to have been rather wearied by her.  A very good woman, he says, and Kendal most fondly attached; but as to comparing her with Miss Ferrars, he could not think of it for a moment.  So they settled at Bayford, and there, about two years ago, came this terrible visitation of typhus fever.’

’I remember how Colonel Bury used to come and sigh over his friend’s illness and trouble.’

’He could not help going over it again.  The children all fell ill together—­the two eldest were twin boys, one puny, the other a very fine fellow, and his father’s especial pride and delight.  As so often happens, the sickly one was spared, the healthy one was taken.’

‘Then Albinia will have an invalid on her hands!’

’The Colonel says this Edmund was a particularly promising boy, and poor Kendal felt the loss dreadfully.  He sickened after that, and his wife was worn out with nursing and grief, and sank under the fever at once.  Poor Kendal has never held up his head since; he had a terrible relapse.’

‘And,’ said Winifred, ’he no sooner recovers than he goes and marries our Albinia!’

‘Two years, my dear.’

’Pray explain to me, Maurice, why, when people become widowed in any unusually lamentable way, they always are the first to marry again.’