The Tenants of Malory

hair, by the fire, when he was

your master; there's a cab at the door, a

of repose, his costume, and the tenor of the strange woman's language. In a little whil

read the address, "Cleve Verney, Esq." At the hall-door steps he found a ca

d as the cab stopped at the steps a figure appeared at one of the windows, and

the open door, addressing Sedley, and mista

Sedley at

appeared in the light of the candles. "You don't mean to

sioned to give you," and he placed

tered. But his countenance changed now to an ashy pale

a very brief one it

e walked to the window and looked out, and returne

u know I wa

ts in the

't let th

is coat, and speaking

note?" he said, with a sudden pause, and ho

nnocently," he

, you may as well-by heaven, Sed

and saw his eyes gleaming sharpl

with this exordium he stumbled honestly through

have got hold of a secret now, like the man in

tes and condemns, will stand a great deal more of hard language, and ev

you, Cleve, I'm awfully sorry. It was the merest lark-at

re, you have it all, and if you whisper it to mortal yo

in a state of posi

growing a little lofty; "I don't whisper or tell things; and as for daring or not daring, I don't know

w. I don't much care what you do

away toward the gray east; and without another word to Sedley, he ran down, shutting the hall-door with a

contracted, and before he fancied they had accomplished half the way, he found hi

nd, in obedience to Mrs. Graver's gesture of warning, as she met him with raised hand and her frowning "Hish" at the

leton-the old lady-whe

oor, and he found tired Miss Sheckleton tying

she's doing very well; the doctor's quite pleased with her, an

nto his handsome face, like sunshine; but that handsome face, though it smiled d

e stays in this town, it is so distracting. And if I should not be at home and ready to see him when he calls, he'd be sure to suspect something; and I really see nothing but ruin from his temper and violence to all of us, if he were to find out how it

and happy old lady disappeared; and C

tor?" asked Clev

se, sir, writing; his carr

door, and Cleve entered. The doctor, having written a prescr

ance, had been agreed upon between him and Miss Sheckleton. As it turned out, however, that gentleman was n

ied was not recorded in his recollection to his credit. I think if the doctor's eye had not been direc

imshaw?" s

said the o

tor Grimshaw,

ever so little bitter, and a slight bow, "Mr. Verney, yes." And the doctor pau

or Grimshaw, doing

table about her just at one time, but doing very well

aken up

rofessional honour, that this-all this, shall be held as strictl

, sir," he said, drily. "That's all, I suppose? Of course, Mr. Verney, I s

is in tenderness to others, not t

now Miss Sheckleton and her family; this poor young lady, I understand, is a cousin

Cleve, a little stiffly, for he did not see what right t

by me, sir," said the doctor,

romise, provided he himself were secure. But even from himself the utter selfishness, which toned a character pas

his remorse was principally for her, that all his caution and finesse were exacted by his devotion to the interests of his young wife, an

of all the intoxications and enervations of his English life, and fortis colonus, to delve the glebe of Canada or to shear the sheep of Australia

their own worship? Can it be that the lights and the music and the incense that surround him ar

shall I say?-yearn to behold her again. There was a revival o

de the bed, clasping that beautiful hand that God had committed to his, smiling

ling-oh, Cleve!

rning eyes, and the smile, look up. It is lik

p sleep a little baby, and the beautiful smile of young maternity falls upon it like a blessing and a caress. "Isn't it a d

a new fountain of love springs up-never, while life remains, to cease its flowing. Looking on such a sight in silence, I think I hear the feet of the angels ro