"All, except that I charge you, on your honour, never to let him know I asked you to do this. Tell him only that I gave you the chests, and how you disposed of them, and place the receipt in his hands, as coming from yourself. Not a syllable about me, mind!" "I'll follow your instructions literally; but how am I to have the opportunity of doing this?" "Mr. Stanley will give you the opportunity, perhaps to-day. Then see that you do it." "I promise." "Swear." "Well, I swear on my honour as an officer and a gentleman." "Good. One more word. Before to-night you may change your feelings towards me, may feel absolved from all obligations to me; but whatever events occur, do not forget that you have sworn to do this on your honour as an officer and as a gentleman, without any mental reservations whatsoever, and to do neither less nor more than this." "You can trust me, and if you think that anything my wife----" "No! no! I do trust you. Go now, and give Mr. Stanley a chance to see you at once. You'll be serving me best so." He left them wondering, and, she, turning to Kent-Lauriston, said:-- "I tell you it is the greatest proof of my affection for him; for what he thinks of me is worth all the criticism of the world and more. Oh, you may scoff! I know you think him too good for me!" "Pardon me," interrupted Kent-Lauriston, taking off his hat, and bowing his head over her hand, which he held, "I have misunderstood you." * * * * * It was nearly two hours later that the Secretary found time, amidst the distractions of a hurried departure, for he had made his peace with his hostess and was leaving for town that afternoon, to redeem his promise to Lady Isabelle. "Is Lieutenant Kingsland in the house?" he asked of the servant, who answered his summons. "He's in the billiard-room, sir." "Very well. Will you present my compliments to him, and ask him to be so kind as to come to my room for a few minutes?" In less time than it takes to tell it, the young officer responded to the summons, saying as he entered:-- "Here I am. Can I do anything for you?" "Perhaps. But I sent for you primarily for the purpose of doing you a favour." "That sounds encouraging. By the way, did you know that your especial admiration, Darcy, was planning to vacate at the earliest opportunity?" "Yes," replied the Secretary, drily. "I gave him leave to go, but he's to all intents and purposes under arrest." "The devil!" "Quite so, there's the devil to pay, and I'm afraid you may have to foot part of the bill, if you're not careful." "What do you mean?" cried the Lieutenant, starting uneasily. "I'll explain. That's why I sent for you; but you mustn't resent a certain inquisitiveness on my part. It's only for your good." "Go on, go on!" "You went to London a few days ago, and executed a commission for Darcy." "No--for Belle Fitzgerald." "It's the same thing."