‘But, Mr. Moore, you smile. I could not smile to see Shirley in such a mood.’

‘My boy, I am neither nervous, nor poetic, nor inexperienced. I see things as they are; you don’t as yet. Tell me these family points.’

‘Only, sir, she asked me whether I considered myself most of a Keeldar or a Sympson; and I answered I was Keeldar to the core of my heart and to the marrow of the bones. She said she was glad of it; for, besides her, I was the only Keeldar left in England; and then we agreed on some matters.’

‘Well?’

‘Well, sir, that if I lived to inherit my father’s estate, and her house, I was to take the name of Keeldar, and to make Fieldhead my residence. Henry Shirley Keeldar I said I would be called; and I will. Her name and her manor-house are ages old, and Sympson and Sympson Grove are of yesterday.’

‘Come, you are neither of you going to heaven yet. I have the best hopes of you both, with your proud distinctions—a pair of half-fledged eaglets. Now, what is your inference from all you have told me? Put it into words.’

‘That Shirley thinks she is going to die.’

‘She referred to her health?’

‘Not once; but I assure you she is wasting. Her hands are growing quite thin, and so is her cheek.’

‘Does she ever complain to your mother or sisters?’

‘Never. She laughs at them when they question her. Mr. Moore, she is a strange being—so fair and girlish; not a manlike woman at all—not an Amazon, and yet lifting her head above both help and sympathy.’

‘Do you know where she is now, Henry? Is she in the house, or riding out?’

‘Surely not out, sir; it rains fast.’

‘True; which, however, is no guarantee that she is not at this moment cantering over Rushedge. Of late she has never permitted weather to be a hindrance to her rides.’

‘You remember, Mr. Moore, how wet and stormy it was last Wednesday—so wild, indeed, that she would not permit Zoë to be saddled? Yet the blast she thought too tempestuous for her mare, she herself faced on foot; that afternoon she walked nearly as far as Nunnely. I asked her, when she came in, if she was not afraid of taking cold. “Not I,” she said; “it would be too much good luck for me. I don’t know, Harry, but the best thing that could happen to me would be to take a good cold and fever, and so pass off like other Christians.” She is reckless, you see, sir.’

‘Reckless indeed! Go and find out where she is, and if you can get an opportunity of speaking to her without attracting attention, request her to come here a minute.’

‘Yes, sir.’

He snatched his crutch, and started up to go.

‘Harry!’

He returned.

‘Do not deliver the message formally; word it as in former days you would have worded an ordinary summons to the schoolroom.’