Both Lyle and Fairfax sketched well; the first filled his portfolio with wild scenes from storms at sea or battle-pieces, roughly done, but full of spirit--there were also innumerable caricatures--so true as scarcely to be caricatures; Clarence was a graceful artist. Neither liked reading, for reading's sake; but Clarence could quote many a passage from Moore's and Byron's softest poems, while Lyle was more at home with "Thalaba" or "Cain;" but liked better, he said, to shape his opinions from his own observation than from books. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. THE CATASTROPHE. Rumour began, with bold and busy tongue, to talk more openly of "scandalous reports" from the frontier concerning Mrs Rashleigh. Lady Amabel, always charitable, put them down to the account of a little "natural bitterness" on the part of weak, jealous people, who might depend on Mrs Rashleigh's influence for invitations to the official parties; but I heard otherwise, and from no other than Mr Lyle. So far, he said, from people being desirous of the _entree_ at Sir Adrian's official residence at Graham's Town, many persons objected to meet Mrs Rashleigh, whose conduct with Fairfax had become notorious. Lyle mentioned Clarence as though he was utterly unconscious of my interest in him, and added, that he knew him slightly--they had been at Westminster together. He did not tell me that Clarence and he had been foes in one of those shocking stand-up fights so common in English schools. Lyle had conquered Clarence, and the latter did not resent the issue of what was declared a fair fight; but the former never forgot that, though victory was his, there were few to cheer _him_, while the vanquished boy was surrounded by friends. In short, with many tastes and talents in common, these two men were totally different. Clarence was accustomed to talk to me chiefly of himself. I began to think of this, as Lyle did homage to talents which he discovered I possessed. Still there were the doubts about jest and earnest. Every day I found out how difficult it was to understand the character of men. Lyle became more marked in his attentions as the time drew near for Sir Adrian's return; and I--I must confess that I was surprised at having borne Clarence's absence with patience. I had had my hours of sorrow and anxiety nevertheless. The dread of a war was dissipated soon after the Governor and his troops had left Cape Town; but diplomatic matters detained them for three months. During that period I never left Lady Amabel; but Lyle made himself acquainted with all the domestic history of Sir Adrian's proceedings, laughed at the scandal about Mrs Rashleigh and Fairfax, but did not doubt it,--it was too well authenticated; and when he discovered that my countenance was clouded with dismay, affected bitter regret at having wounded my feelings; but smiled incredulously at the idea of my entertaining a serious passion for that young _roue_.