regard for Kenelm which allows no room for a rival. However, I shall
not forget your hint, but keep a sharp lookout; and, if I see the
young man wants to be too sweet on Cecilia, I shall cut short his
visit."

"Give yourself no trouble in the matter; it will do no good.
Marriages are made in heaven. Heaven's will be done. If I can get
away I will run down to you for a day or two. Perhaps in that case
you can ask Lady Glenalvon. I like her, and she likes Kenelm. Have
you finished? I see the brougham is at the door, and we have to call
at your hotel to take up your carpet-bag."

Mivers was deliberately sealing his notes while he thus spoke. He now
rang for his servant, gave orders for their delivery, and then
followed Sir Peter down stairs and into the brougham. Not a word
would he say more about Gordon, and Sir Peter shrank from telling him
about the L20,000. Chillingly Mivers was perhaps the last person to
whom Sir Peter would be tempted to parade an act of generosity.
Mivers might not unfrequently do a generous act himself, provided it
was not divulged; but he had always a sneer for the generosity of
others.



CHAPTER II.

WANDERING back towards Moleswich, Kenelm found himself a little before
sunset on the banks of the garrulous brook, almost opposite to the
house inhabited by Lily Mordaunt. He stood long and silently by the
grassy margin, his dark shadow falling over the stream, broken into