"An organist an accomplished man!" Lady Gosstre repeated Adela's words. "Well, I suppose it is possible, but it rather upsets one's notions, does it not?" "Yes, but agreeably," said Adela, with boldness; and related how he had been introduced, and hinted that he was going to be patronized. "The man cannot maintain himself on the income that sort of office brings him," Lady Gosstre observed. "Oh, no," said Adela. "I fancy he does it simply for some sort of occupation. One cannot help imagining a disguise." "Personally I confess to an objection to gentlemen in disguise," said Lady Gosstre. "Barrett!--do you know the man?" She addressed Mr. Powys. "There used to be good quartett evenings given by the Barretts of Bursey," he said. "Sir Justinian Barrett married a Miss Purcell, who subsequently preferred the musical accomplishments of a foreign professor of the Art." "Purcell Barrett is his name," said Adela. "Our Emilia brought him to us. Where is she? But, where can she be?" Adela rose. "She pressed my hand just now," said Lady Gosstre. "She was here when Captain Gambler quitted the room," Arabella remarked. "Good heaven!" The exclamation came from Adela. "Oh, Lady Gosstre! I fear to tell you what I think she has done." The scene of the rival Clubs was hurriedly related, together with the preposterous pledge given by Emilia, that she would sing at the Ipley Booth: "Among those dreadful men!" "They will treat her respectfully," said Mr. Powys. "Worship her, I should imagine, Merthyr," said Lady Gosstre. "For all that, she had better be away. Beer is not a respectful spirit." "I trust you will pardon her," Arabella pleaded. "Everything that explanations of the impropriety of such a thing could do, we have done. We thought that at last we had convinced her. She is quite untamed." Mr. Powys now asked where this place was that she had hurried to. The unhappy ladies of Brookfield, quick as they were to read every sign surrounding them, were for the moment too completely thrown off their balance by Emilia's extraordinary exhibition of will, to see that no reflex of her shameful and hideous proceeding had really fallen upon them. Their exclamations were increasing, until Adela, who had been the noisiest, suddenly adopted Lady Gosstre's tone. "If she has gone, I suppose she must be simply fetched away." "Do you see what has happened?" Lady Charlotte murmured to Wilfrid, between a phrase. He stumbled over a little piece of gallantry. "Excellent! But, say those things in French.--Your dark-eyed maid has eloped. She left the room five minutes after Captain Gambier." Wilfrid sprang to his feet, looking eagerly to the corners of the room. "Pardon me," he said, and moved up to Lady Gosstre. On the way he questioned himself why his heart should be beating at such a pace. Standing at her ladyship's feet, he could scarcely speak. "Yes, Wilfrid; go after her," said Adela, divining his object.