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THE HOUSE IN PICCADILLY.

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THE HOUSE IN PICCADILLY. A Tale for Maidens, Wives, and Widows; and, incidentally, for Elderly Gentlemen. BY &.NNIE THOMAS (MRS. PENDER CUDLIP), AUTHOR OF "Unfulfilled," "That Other Woman," "The Love of a Lady," Philip Morton," &c. [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] CHAPTER VIII.—(Continued.) Augusta knew even Jess what to wish an hour afterwards, when Florence raised her feverish head from her shoulder, and went and flung herself upon the bed, murmuring- Gussie, it's all so black it will drive me mad. I think." Isn't Florence coming down to luncheon Gussie ?" asked Mrs. Knightly of her eldest daughter, as the latter took her place at the table that morning. No, mamma she's not well; and I have advised her to lie stiil and get some sleep." Not well, indeed," replied Mrs.. Knightly petulantly. All my children seem to be turning against me; it's high time I had some one else tc care for and be kind to me." Augusta made no answer, for her eyes were raised to her father's portrait; and she felt at that moment that she could not speak. "I suppose you 11 have no objection to go into the park with me, Gussie ?" her mother said after a shoit time. 'None whatever, mamma; Florence will be better alone," she replied, remembering that Colonel Crofton would probably ride by the side 01 the carriage, and that it would look lessparticntai if there were two ladies to be escorted. How shall I give that man my hand, she thought, as, accord ing to her anticipation, he rode up and saluted them. How shall I give him my hand, knowing what I do ? But I must be careful above everything to guard the secret of poor Floy's weakness. Mrs. Knightly was a great fool, but she was not fool enough to affect to be in love. She was only flattered at Colonel Crofton having elected to raise her to the honour and dignity of being his wife when so many younger women had, as she knew, sighed for him in vain. But she was a great fool nevertheless, for she thought it was herself he wanted, and not, her money-bags. She was weak, too, in supposing that Colonel Crofton would play the part Mr. Knightly had delighted to play, and allow her to worry him, and monopolise, and harass him with small attentions, and generally drive him to the verge of mild madness, as had her first husband. Colonel Crofton, too, was the reverse of weak therefore he did not act the sentimental lover to the mother of the woman he had really loved—when that woman was present. Therefore her drive was simply unpleasant-not unendurable, as she had feared it would be-to Augusta. Colonel Crofcon talked more to her than he did to her mother, and though Gussie felt dreadfully indignant with him for doing so, she was, out of common politeness. compelled to answer him. The result of that con- versation was, that she no longer wondered a" Floy s infatuation, for he charmed her in spite of herself. And he determined on using his influence with Mrs. Knightly, as soon as they were married, to punish Gussie for having refused him, by settling her fortune upon her in such a way that if she married Frank Tollemache she would lose it. Does mamma know anything ?" Florence asked, as her sister bent over her anxiously on her return from that drive. No, dear, nothing; try not to fret, Floy I have sent for Mr. Weston, and if he can talk mamma out of this projected marriage, which under any circumstances would be so dreadful—why there's no saying what may follow, Floy." Oh, Gussie, Gussie! do you think he will? then I may be happy after all." She must be fond of him indeed, if after all she can consent to be made happy by him, thought Augusta but she only said- Yes, Floy, dear as there is no accounting Tor taste." Now Mr. Weston was the old lawyer who dis- liked his friend's will, which he had been com- pelled to draw up, however, in spite of disliking it, and despised his friend's widow. Woe for the woman who loves, and has no mother, says a writer in whose works Florence was deeply read; but as she lay tossing feverishly on the couch in her room, alone, sad, sick, and solitary, when Gussie had departed to waylay and instruct Mr. Weston, sne might h ive been forgiven for thinking-Woe for the woman who loves-and has a mother who is matrimonially disposed. He might not be worth all this suffering and sorrow, all these heart-burnings and brow-burn- ings that poor Florence was undergoing on his account; but not the less did she suffer, and would continue to suffer. She loved him very truly, and dearly, and devotedly, whether he was worthy of it or not. If he had been proved guilty of a thousand faults, and these had all been carefully collected and spread out before her, she would not have loved him one whit the less. She would have trailed her golden head in the dust at his feet, at his bidding-she, who would have put her little foot remorselessly on the neck of all the rest of the world. She was not one to love to order, and leaveoff doing so directly circumstances would have rendered it advisable. The strings of the harp of her life had been swept by too strong a hand for them ever to cease to vibrate. So under the pre- sent aspect of things, poor Florence was utterly miserable. You will be careful, very careful, Mr. Weston, that you say nothing mamma can feel hurt or offended at," Augusta said, as Mr. Weston was quitting the room where he had had half an hour's undisturbed conversation with her. My dear Miss Knightly," he replied, tremu- lously, wiping his spectacles, which had got slightly dimmed during the interview with his old friend's daughter, My dear Miss Knightly, I will be care- ful depend upon my prudence and discretion. I will put it to her calmly and dispassionately, that -she can't be such a fool." Oh dear! oh dear! thought Augusta, as he walked away up to the drawing room, if he says that, we are lost, lost. I had far better have waited till Georgie and Rupert came home. She sat anxiously in that dark lofty dining-room, where her father had sat and been hospitable for 80 many years, waiting for the sound of Mr. Weston s anything but fairy footfall; meanwhile there was a stormy scene upstairs. On being told, judiciously, by Mr. Weston that Colonel Crofton only wanted her money, Mrs. Knightly had tearfully repeated the offer she once made Gerald, namely, of giving them everything but when Mr. Weston had expressed himself de- lighted to accept these terms on behalf of her children, Mrs. Knightly had hysterically refused to stand by her offer, or hear anything more on the subject; and the end of that meeting was anger. I. Letting Rupert marry in the way he has, was a disgrace, yes a disgrace to you, madam but if you marry that sharper, you'll be a disgrace to your whole family." Mrs. Knightly comforted herself under this speech by mentally stating that she had always said Weston was a brute. She must go her own way, and a bad one it is, I fear," he said to Augusta, when he came down. I shall have nothing more tc do with her, or her affairs." CHAPTER IX. MRS. KNIGHTLY RECEIVES HER FRIENDS. THEY were at home at last, after having had the pleasantest tour in the world, home, at the house in Kensington Gore, which old Lord Cliflord had vacated for a smaller one on the Bayswater side of the gardens. Georgie and her husband had both begged the kind old man to remain in his own house, to live with them still but he had firmly refused to do so, though he was touched by their so evidentlyand heaitily wishing it. They were better alone, he said, in the house which was theirs now, and his no longer. He would still be near them still be enabled to come and see his darling Georgie. He had wished to refurnish the house, that his daughter might find it all bright, and fresh, and new when she came back there as a bride; but they had both pleaded that he should not do this; the old belongings would be dearer to them both, they said. But when they came borne, Lord Clifford was there to meet- them, and after dinner was over he led them into what had been his study but in place of the old veneered book-cases, and shaky writing-tables, and hard horsehair chairs, he had compromised with his feelings, when he had been requested not to RT*- funish the whole of the house, by collecting a quantity of splendidly carved oak library furniture and beautiful bronzes, for this room, which would be Rupert's now, And the tears of the daughter, as she hung on his arm thanking him for this special mark of attention to her husband, were pleasanter to him than anything had ever been before; ay, pleasanter even than had been the first sight of those orders and rewardcof gallantry which were hung on his uniform coats over his brave old breast. Soon, though, there was a sorrow in their midst. Mrs. Knightly, Mrs. Knightly, junior—"received her friends." She met Rupert's sisters at the door of her drawing-room (she had decided to receive her friends in the evening), regardless of propriety, looking prettier than ever, they both thought, in this first flush of her happiness, and in her magni- ficent wedding dress of white satin and llonitcm lace. And her bright eyes had never been brighter nor her lovely little face more glowing than when she whispe ed. "Dont be surprised, Gussie. whoinsoe\ei- you may see." The whisper and fond, loving, sisterly, sympathetic clasp of the hand fortunately prepared Gussie for almost the first person she saw was Frank Tollemache. The first sight of him told Gussie that if he was prepared to throw prudence to the winds and ask her to marry him, she could be no longer strong. And in spite of that cloud which Colonel Crofton was hanging over them, Mrs. Knightly could not have found a happier pair than Augusta and Frank Tollemachc amongst the two hundred and odd who thronged her saloons on this her first recep- tion of her friends as Hupert Knightly s wife. The Dowager Mrs, Knightly had not chosen to be present, though Georgie and Rupert, who had 6edulouslv refrained from touching upon unplea- sant topics, had both implored her to join them. But Colonel Crofton was there, and by his pre- sence severely tested poor Florence's self-control. Gerald was there, too; but a cloud seemed to have come over the gay young soldier; and not even In-. favourite sister Georgie could win him to be other than moody and gloomy. He had some private grief, evidently; and when Georgie pressed him on the point, he admitted that he had, and promised he would come up and talk to her about it. Young Mrs. Knightly was a star, a gem. an anything that is bright, flashing, brilliant, and lovely-in her bridal robes and wreath, and with her dark perfumed hair turned loosely up from her pretty white brow. And Augusta might have sat for a portrait of the Serpent of old Nile, so superb was she in her dark, proud, southern beauty, set off and adorned as it was by jewels and rich raiment. And still even Colonel Crofton was fain to confess that, lovely as both these were, lovely as many other women who were present that night were, Florence eclipsed them all. he had wailed and wept so for the last three weeks that any other woman's good looks would have been utterly washed out and destroyed. But she had only brought herself to the perfect purity and white- ness of a marble statue-a marble statue with great brown eyes full of life, too full almost, and golden rippling hair. Always beautiful she was; now startling lovely, far lovelier than when the rose of happiness and health had reigned above the lily in her cheek Indifferent to everyone else, scarcely heeding what others said to her, she was keenly alive, every nerve was strained to catch the lightest sound that fell from the lips, the lightest look that came from the eyes of this man who had so won every atom of her heart, that she could not take it from him, though cruel fate had ordained that he should marry her mother. And seeing this, Mrs. Knightly —Rupert's wife—determined to throw herself into the breach before a chasm yawned for ever between happiness and Floy. My plan is, Gussie," said Frank Tollemache. "to shut up the H all for a few years, pay off all the servants, with the exception of one old gardener and his wife, who'll live in the Hall to keep it from going to pieces through the damp, and go abroad. I shall be-we shall be able to come back in a few years, you see, and everything will be as right as possible." Augusta's answer was, Well, Frank, we'll talk about it to-morrow; it's very hard though that 1 can't have what I ought to have if I had. there need be no shutting up of the Hall, and going abroad." That's right of you both," said Georgie. encouragingly, who had heard these two speeches take the leap bravely, and you'll light all right on the other side of the hedge, I daresay." The next morning at about one o'clock Gerald Knightly was sitting, gravely conversing with his brother and sister-in-law. And who is Tiny Braybrooke ?" asked the lady. The sweetest little thing in the world." That's no answer, my dear Gerald; who is she ? What is she ? and where does she live ?" She's an orphan and an heiress; she's the sweetest and prettiest little thing in the world; (no offence, Georgie, I don't mean that she's prettier than you, but she's no different:) and she lives at an old place called the Woodlands, between Bromley and Beckenham." "And why won't she marry you, Gerald? the sweetest and prettiest might consider herself next, to me, also the most fortunate woman in the world to gain you. Why won't this Miss Braybrooke think so? Only think, Rupert, Gerald unsuccess- ful in a love affair It isn't exactly that, you see," replied Gerald, rather touchingly; "but two years ago-more than that when I asked her, she said, I No! she'd only marry a guardsman.' 1 haven't asked her since, but I know she likes me." So that was the reason you wanted to change, was it, Gerald?" asked Rupert, laughing; "and how old may the young lady be now ?" About eighteen." "Well, I'd try again if I were in your place, Gerald, and trust to our mother coming round en- tirely. Georgie's going over to speak to her to-day but 1 understand now, old fellow, the full extent of that generosity towards me which has induced you to refuse all my mother's offers of serving you. Georgie shall go and call on this Miss Braybrooke in a day or two. You take my ad vice: sixteen never knows its own mind, and try again." "I shall wait now," replied Gerald, "until this affair with Crofton has blown over, as it will surely, if Georgie takes it in hand." But when Mrs. Rupert Knightly entered the drawing-room of the Piccadilly mansion that day, she saw that something unusual had occurred and on being put in possession of the facts, she deter- mined on not creating extra confusion in the house by speaking just then to her mother-in-law about Colonel Crofton. Augusta had told her mother that she was going to marry Frank Tollemache in a fortnight. And Mrs. Knightly had refused the one request Frank and Gussie had made to her -that her daughter might be married from her house. Augusta would not permit Georgie or any one else to try their eloquence where she had failed, so it came to pass, at the end of a stormy fortnight, that it was from her brother Rupert's house that she want forth as Lady Tollemache. The wedding was a very quiet one, for they had all felt that in the absence of their mother it coulc not be otherwise. It was quiet, too, for another reason. They did not like to put any public slight upon Colonel Crofton (for they all felt that some way or other he would soon be related to them), by excluding him from a ceremony at which many of their mutual friends, who would soon know ail about the state of affairs, should be present. So they got out of their difficulties by not asking any of th-Îr mutual friends. Mies Braybrooke, otherwise Tiny, was there, in the character of a future sister-in-law, for Gerald had taken Rupert's and Georgie's advice, which was wonderful, considering he had asked them to give it, and Tiny had shown herself wiser at eighteen than she had been two years before. It had all been rapidly arranged for she had only one relative -an uncle-o consult. He was one of Gerald's brother officers. and had always intended that such should be the end. She was a I tiny,' indeed a blue-eyed mite; small, and fair, and delicate. She looked as if E. rough wind would blow her away altogether, or a rough word break her in two. In her double character of beauty and heiress, Tiny had been very much spoilt; and a less thoroughly generous tempered man than Gerald might have doubted the wisdom of intrust- ing his happiness to such a stormy little creature s keeping. For she was one of those fairy-like beings with large flashing turquoise-coloured eyes and fragile forms, who can on occasions behave like hurricanes. However, Gerald was troubled with no such doubts, as he looked down into the sweet, childishly-lovely face that was lifted to meet his gaze with such ingenuous fondness; and after a day or two's communion with that pure, unsullied, warm, truthful nature, Gerald's sisters were not, troubled by such doubts ei her. Florence and C'elestine Braybrooke were Au- gusta's bridesmaids, and with the Rupert Lnightlys and Gerald, were the only persons present at that quiet wedding which, after all the hindrancet3 that had been thrown in its way, came off early in September. So when most of their friends were down at their places in the country, enjoying themselves, Sir Francis Tollemache had just concluded arrangements for shutting up his old house, and letting his shooting for a few years. till such time as he cou d come back and take his place in the county again-an unencumbered man. (To be continued.)

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