On the whole it was a relief to Arthur that _les convenances_, according to old Dub’s view of the matter, stood in the way of his being an eyewitness of Rough Diamond’s capabilities on the Derby-day. His first feeling on hearing that Sophy’s trial was over, and that he had a paternal interest in the small pink-faced fraction of humanity which the nurse introduced to him as his son, had been one of unmixed satisfaction. As he silently kissed the pale but wondrously contented face of the young mother lying so still and motionless on the pillow, Arthur’s heart was full for the moment of the purest happiness that it had ever known; but the past--the inexorable and ever-pursuing past--treading on the heels of the present, embittered his transient joy, and destroyed, or at least darkened, all his prospects for the future. Almost before he had left the bedside of his trusting and silently rejoicing wife, the thought of the evil which a few short hours might bring about struck through him with an icy chill, while conscience with her probing pricks told him that he was unworthy of life’s choicest blessings. For even then--even at the instant when his mind and heart should have been wholly occupied with the fair young mother of his child--a vision of his Irish love--of Honor’s sweet caressing smile, and the exquisitely-moulded shoulders that had been, but one short hour before, so dangerously near to his caressing hand--rose up before him, and caused the bonds which united both him and her to objects unbeloved to be hateful in his sight. On the following morning old Mr. Duberly, in radiant spirits, and rejoicing over his grandson with a delight which struck Arthur as almost puerile in its character, gave his son-in-law plainly to understand that his place, for that day at least, was one within call of his marital duties. To watch by Sophy, to be ready if she should perchance express a wish to press his hand, or gaze lovingly on his face, were privileges which the affectionate old man would have found it hard to believe that Arthur might prize less highly than he did himself. The circumstance of that especial Wednesday being the Derby-day escaped his recollection altogether. Being himself totally uninterested in sporting matters, the idea that Arthur would by any possibility place the result of the great race side by side as an affair of note with the all-important event of the previous day, namely, the birth of his son and heir, would have struck “old Dub” as simply ridiculous, and he was therefore quite prepared for Arthur’s ready acquiescence in his views. The real truth was, as we already know, that Vavasour’s interests were far indeed from being centred on Epsom Downs. To gain _the_ race by means of his own good horse, Rough Diamond, was certainly to him an affair of vital importance; but, unaware of the fact that Honor had been taken from Colonel Norcott’s house, and was already safe under her husband’s