第13章 FOR CONSCIENCE'SAKE(7)

'I don't think they will see us together,'he said;but he entered into no argument when she insisted otherwise.The removal was eventually resolved on;the town-house was disposed of;and again came the invasion by furniture-men and vans,till all the movables and servants were whisked away.He sent his wife and daughter to an hotel while this was going on,taking two or three journeys himself to Ivell to superintend the refixing,and the improvement of the grounds.When all was done he returned to them in town.

The house was ready for their reception,he told them,and there only remained the journey.He accompanied them and their personal luggage to the station only,having,he said,to remain in town a short time on business with his lawyer.They went,dubious and discontented--for the much-loved Cope had made no sign.

'If we were going down to live here alone,'said Mrs Millborne to her daughter in the train;'and there was no intrusive tell-tale presence!...But let it be!'

The house was a lovely little place in a grove of elms,and they liked it much.The first person to call upon them as new residents was Mr.Cope.He was delighted to find that they had come so near,and (though he did not say this)meant to live in such excellent style.He had not,however,resumed the manner of a lover.

'Your father spoils all!'murmured Mrs.Millborne.

But three days later she received a letter from her husband,which caused her no small degree of astonishment.It was written from Boulogne.

It began with a long explanation of settlements of his property,in which he had been engaged since their departure.The chief feature in the business was that Mrs.Millborne found herself the absolute owner of a comfortable sum in personal estate,and Frances of a life-interest in a larger sum,the principal to be afterwards divided amongst her children if she had any.The remainder of his letter ran as hereunder:-'I have learnt that there are some derelictions of duty which cannot be blotted out by tardy accomplishment.Our evil actions do not remain isolated in the past,waiting only to be reversed:like locomotive plants they spread and re-root,till to destroy the original stem has no material effect in killing them.I made a mistake in searching you out;I admit it;whatever the remedy may be in such cases it is not marriage,and the best thing for you and me is that you do not see me more.You had better not seek me,for you will not be likely to find me:you are well provided for,and we may do ourselves more harm than good by meeting again.

'F.M.'

Millborne,in short,disappeared from that day forward.But a searching inquiry would have revealed that,soon after the Millbornes went to Ivell,an Englishman,who did not give the name of Millborne,took up his residence in Brussels;a man who might have been recognized by Mrs.Millborne if she had met him.One afternoon in the ensuing summer,when this gentleman was looking over the English papers,he saw the announcement of Miss Frances Frankland's marriage.

She had become the Reverend Mrs.Cope.

'Thank God!'said the gentleman.

But his momentary satisfaction was far from being happiness.As he formerly had been weighted with a bad conscience,so now was he burdened with the heavy thought which oppressed Antigone,that by honourable observance of a rite he had obtained for himself the reward of dishonourable laxity.Occasionally he had to be helped to his lodgings by his servant from the Cercle he frequented,through having imbibed a little too much liquor to be able to take care of himself.But he was harmless,and even when he had been drinking said little.

March 1891.