The Gatley domestics too had to make preparations, for Lord Artingale intended to entertain that season. A room was set apart for Mr Magnus the great artist. Miss Mallow's brothers were expected to come over from the Rectory to shoot, and Mr Cyril Mallow, it was anticipated, would be asked to bring his young wife and stay there at the fine old house--a fact, for Sage was a member now of the Mallow family, and Harry Artingale liked her as much as he disliked her husband. There was plenty of gossip rife in Lawford, and on the strength of old Michael Ross saying, when he was told that Mr Magnus the painter was coming down, that his son Luke knew him, having met him at a London club, the report ran through the place that Luke Ross was getting to be quite a big man, and had become a friend of Lord Artingale. "Not that that's much," said Fullerton, at the King's Head, "for the young lord isn't what his father was. Old Lord Artingale wouldn't have married one of Mallow's girls, I know, nor yet made boon companions of those two sons and Luke Ross." "I don't think you need put them all together," said Tomlinson, with a sly laugh; "Luke Ross wouldn't be very good friends with the man who stole his lass. If he would he's not the Luke Ross that he was when he was down here." In due time the blinds went up at Gatley and at the Rectory, and the tradespeople who had been ready to discuss the shortcomings of the Rector were obsequious enough in soliciting his orders now the family had returned. They had made a long stay at Hastings, for the Rector fancied it did Mrs Mallow good. She seemed to smile more, and to look brighter, he told himself, and he would stand and beam at her as he wheeled her couch to the open window when it was fine, and watch her gazing at the sea with the greatest of satisfaction. Frank had made journeys to and from London, making at the latter place Cyril's house at Kensington his head-quarters, and frequently being his companion away from home. Julia was no better, in spite of the opinion of the doctor, who said that she had decidedly gained tone, and that the change now to her native air would complete the cure; so the family returned to Lawford as the winter drew near, and, as a matter of course, Lord Artingale soon found his way back to Gatley. There was some preparation too at Kilby, for Portlock said that it was his turn to have the young folks to stay. "They may go to the rectory as much as they like, mother,"--a title he invariably gave Mrs Portlock, on the _lucus a non lucendo_ principle,--"but I mean to have them stay here; not that I'm particularly fond of Master Cyril; but there, he's the little lassie's husband, and it's all right." "But you asked John Berry and Rue to come and bring the little ones," said Mrs Portlock.