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wise or foolish; and men in subjection were faithful or dishonest, servile or self-respectful, scheming or contented, then as now. Then, no less than now, some men broke one Commandment, some another, and some broke all; and the young looked forward to a good time coming, and the old prophesied misfortune. At that epoch, as in this, Death plied his trade after his well-known fashion, which seems so cruel and arbitrary, and is so merciful and wise. And finally-to make an end of this summary—the human race was predestined to good, and the individual human being was free to choose either good or evil, the same then as now and always. And-to leave generalities and begin upon particulars-it was at this time that Mrs. Lockhart (who, seven-and-forty years ago, as lovely Fanny Pell, had cherished a passing ideal passion for Handsome Tom Grantley, and had got over it and married honest young Lieutenant Lockhart)-that Mrs. Lockhart, we say, having lost her beloved Major at Waterloo, and finding herself in somewhat narrow circumstances, had made up her mind to a new departure in life; and had, in accordance with this determination, caused her daughter Marion to write "Lodgings to Let" on a card, and to hang the same up in the window of the front drawing-room. This event occurred on the morning of the third of May, Eighteen hundred and sixteen.

CHAPTER II.

THAT same day the Brighton coach was bowling along the road to London at the rate of something over five minutes to the mile; a burly, much be-caped Jehu on the box, and a couple of passengers on the seat on either side of him. The four horses, on whose glistening coats the sunshine shifted pleasantly, seemed dwarfed by the blundering structure which trundled at their heels, and which occasionally swayed top-heavily from side to side, like a vessel riding the seas. Jehu had, for the time being, surrendered the reins to the young gentleman who sat beside him. The youth in question was fashionably dressed, so far as could be judged from the glimpses of his attire that showed beneath the layers of benjamins in which his rather diminutive person was enveloped. His narrow face wore a rakish but supercilious expression, which was enhanced by his manner of wearing a hat shaped like a truncated cone with a curled brim. He sat erect and square, with an exaggerated dignity, as if the importance of the whole coach-and-four were concentrated in himself.

"You can do it, Mr. Bendibow-you can do it, sir," remarked Jehu, in a tone half-way between subservience and patronage. "You've got it in you, sir, and do you know why?"

"Well: to be sure, I've had some practice," said Mr. Bendibow, conscious of his worth, and pleased to have it commended; but, with the modesty of true genius, forbearing to admit himself miraculous.

Jehu shook his head solemnly. "Practice be damned, sir! What's practice, I ask, to a man what hadn't got it in him beforehand? It was in your blood, Mr. Bendibow, afore ever you was out of your cradle, sir. Because why? Because your father, Sir Francis, as fine a gen'leman and as open-handed as ever sat on a box, was as good a whip as might be this side o' London, and I makes no doubt but what he is so to this day. That's what I say; and if any says different, why, I'm ready to back it." In uttering this challenge, Jehu stared about him with a hectoring air, but without meeting any one's eye; as if defying things in general, but no one in particular.

"Is Sir Francis Bendibow living still? Pardon me the question; I formerly had some slight acquaintance with the gentleman; but for a good many years past I have lived out of the country."

These were the first words that the speaker of them had uttered. He was a meagre, elderly man, rather shabbily dressed, and sat second from the coachman on the left. While speaking he leaned forward, allowing his visage to emerge from the bulwark of coatcollar that rose on either side of it. It was a remarkable face, though, at first sight, not altogether a winning one. The nose was an abrupt aquiline, thin at the bridge, but with distended nostrils: the mouth was straight, the lips seeming thin, rather from a constant habit of pressing them together, than from natural conformation. The bony chin slanted forward aggressively, increasing the uncompromising aspect of the entire countenance. The eyebrows, of a pale auburn hue, were sharply arched, and the eyes beneath were so widely opened that the whole circle of the iris was visible. The complexion of this personage, judging from the colour of the hair, should have been blond; but, either owing to exposure to the air or from some other cause, it was of a deep reddish-brown tint. His voice was his most attractive feature, being well modulated and of an agreeable though penetrating quality, and to some cars it might have been a guarantee of the speaker's gentility strong enough to outweigh the indications of his somewhat threadbare costume.

"My father is in good health, to the best of my knowledge,"

said young Mr. Bendibow, glancing at the other and speaking curtly. Then he added, "You have the advantage of me, sir." "I call myself Grant," returned the elderly man.

"Never heard my father mention the name," said Mr. Bendibow loftily.

"I dare say not," replied Mr. Grant, relapsing into his coat-collar. "Some folks," observed Jehu, in a meditative tone, yet loud enough to be heard by all,-"some folks thinks to gain credit by speaking the names of those superior to them in station. Other folks thinks that fine names don't mend ragged breeches. I speaks my opinion, because why? Because I backs it."

"You'd better mind your horses," said the gentleman who sat between the coachman and Mr. Grant. There !-catch hold of my arm, sir!”

The last words were spoken to Mr. Grant, just as the coach lurched heavily to one side and toppled over. The off-leader had shied at a tall white milestone that stood conspicuous at a corner of the road, and, before Mr. Bendibow could gather up his reins, the right wheels of the vehicle had entered the ditch, and the whole machine was hurled off its balance into the hedgerow. The outside passengers, with the exception of one or two who clung to their seats, were projected into the field beyond, together with a number of boxes and portmanteaux. The wheelers lost their footing and floundered in the ditch, while the leaders, struggling furiously, snapped their harness and careered down the road. From within the coach, meanwhile, proceeded the sound of feminine screams and lamentation.

The first thing clearly perceptible amidst the confusion was the tremen dous oath of which the coachman delivered himself, as he upreared his ponderous bulk from the half-inanimate figure of young Mr. Bendibow, upon whom he had fallen, having himself received at the same time a smart blow on the ear from a flying carpet-bag. The next person to arise was Mr. Grant, who appeared to have escaped unhurt; and after a moment the gentleman who, by interposing himself between the other and danger, had broken his fall, also got to his feet, looking a trifle pale about the lips.

"I much fear, sir," said the elder man, with an accent of grave concern in his voice, “that I have been the occasion of your doing yourself an injury. You have saved my bones at the cost of your own. I am a bit of a surgeon: let me look at your arm."

"Not much harm done, I fancy," returned the other, forcing a smile. "There's something awkward here, though," he added the next moment. "A joint out of kilter, perhaps,"

"I apprehended as much," said Mr. Grant. He passed his hand underneath the young man's coat. "Ay, there's a dislocation here," he continued; "but if you can bear a minute's pain, I can put it right again. We must get your coat off, and then . . . .

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"Better get the ladies out of their cage first: that's not so much courtesy on my part as that I wish to put off the painful minute you speak of as long as may be. I'm a damnable coward-should sit Ladies first, for my sake!"

down and cry if I were alone.

"You laugh, sir; but if that shoulder is not in place immediately, it may prove no laughing matter. The ladies are doing very well-they have found a rescuer already.

Your coat off, if you

Where I come from

please. What fools fashion makes of men! none wear coats save Englishmen, and even they are satisfied with one. Ah! that was a twinge: it were best to cut the sleeve, perhaps?"

"In the name of decency, no! To avoid trouble, I have long carried my wardrobe on my back, and 'twould never do to enter London with a shirt only. Better a broken bone than a wounded coat-sleeve-ha! well, this is for my sins, I suppose. I wish Providence would keep the punishment till all the sins are donethis piecemeal retribution is the devil. Well, now for it! Sir, I wish you were less humane-my flesh and bones cry out against your humanity. Dryden was wrong, confound him! Pity is akin to-to-whew!-to the Inquisition. God Apollo! shall I ever write poetry after this? And 'tis only a left arm, after all !—not to be left alone, however-ah! . . . . A thousand thanks, sir: but you leave me ten years older than you found me. Our acquaintance has been a long and (candour compels me to say) a confoundedly painful one. To be serious, I am heartily indebted to you."

"Take a pull at this flask, young gentleman: 'tis good cognac, that I got as I came through France. I recollect to have read,

when I was a boy in school, that Nero fiddled whilst Rome was burning you seem to have a measure of his humour, since you can jest while the framework of your mortal dwelling-place is in jeopardy. As for your indebtedness-my neck may be worth much or little, but, such as it is, you saved it. The balance is still against me."

"Leave balances to bankers: otherwise we might have to express our obligations to Mr. Bendibow, there, for introducing us to each other. Does no one here, besides myself, need your skill?”

"It appears not, to judge by the noise they make," replied the old gentleman drily. "That blackguard of a coachman should lose his place for this. The manners of these fellows have changed for

the worse since I saw England last. Mr.

I beg your pardon ?"

How do you find yourself,

"Lancaster is my name; and I feel very much like myself again," returned the other, getting up from the bank against which he had been reclining while the shoulder-setting operation had been going on, and stretching out his arms tentatively.

As he stood there, Mr. Grant looked at him with the eye of a man accustomed to judge of men. With his costume reduced to shirt, small-clothes and hessians, young Lancaster showed to advantage. He was above the medium height, and strongly made, deep in the chest and elastic in the loins. A tall and massive white throat supported a head that seemed small, but was of remarkably fine proportions and character. The contours of the face were, in some places, so refined as to appear feminine, yet the expression of the principal features was eminently masculine and almost bold. Large black eyes answered to the movements of a sensitive and rather sensuous mouth; the chin was round and resolute. The young man's hair was black and wavy, and of a length that, in our day, would be called effeminate; it fell apart at the temple in a way to show the unusual height and fineness of the forehead. The different parts of the face were fitted together compactly and smoothly, without creases, as if all had been moulded from one motive and idea-not as if composed of a number of inharmonious ancestral prototypes: yet the range of expression was large and vivid. The general aspect in repose indicated gravity and reticence; but as soon as a smile began, then appeared gleams and curves of a humorous gaiety. And there was a brilliance and concentration in the whole presence of the man which was within and distinct from his physical conformation, and which rendered him conspicuous and memorable.

"Lancaster-the name is not unknown to me," remarked Mr. Grant, but in an indrawn tone, characteristic of a man accustomed to communing to himself.

During this episode, the other travellers had been noisily and confusedly engaged in pulling themselves together and discussing the magnitude of their disaster. Some labourers, whom the accident had attracted from a neighbouring field, were pressed into service to help in setting matters to rights. One was sent after the escaped horses; others lent their hands and shoulders to the task of getting the coach out of the ditch and replacing the luggage upon it. Mr. Bendibow, seated upon his portmanteau, his fashionable attire much outraged by the clayey soil into which he had fallen, maintained a

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