When Captain Spashett's affairs came to be settled, it was found that he had left his widow something less than a thousand pounds from all sources. Then Jehane discovered that, in stepping off the raft, she had not reached the land. She went to live with her parents. CHAPTER VI--JEHANE'S SECOND MARRIAGE It was his own fault; he knew it in after years. Barrington was partly responsible for Jehane's second marriage. It was he who suggested that, since Jehane was not happy with her parents, it would be decent to ask her up to Topbury for Christmas. Did he like her? Well, hardly! He felt that she bore him a grudge. Whenever her name was mentioned, he and Nan had a guilty sense. They were so happy--they had everything that she coveted and lacked. They asked her by way of atonement. When she objected that Glory would be a nuisance, they replied that Glory would be fun for Peter.--And it was he who, in the goodness of his heart, invited Waffles. Ocky Waffles was not his sort. His very name was a handicap. A man named Waffles could scarcely command respect; but the Christian name made it worse. How could anyone called Ocky Waffles be a gentleman? He was his cousin, however, and lived alone in London lodgings. His mother was recently dead. Whatever his shortcomings, he had been an attentive son. The chap would be rottenly lonely, thought Barrington. Unadulterated Ocky he could not stand; but, if he could jumble him up in a family-party and so get him diluted, he would be very glad to do him a service. In the uncalculating days of boyhood they had been warm friends. So Mr. Tudor was persuaded to come from Cassingland and Ocky was invited. In her twenty-eighth year, Jehane traveled to Paddington _en route_ for her second adventure in matrimony. Glory was with her, a golden-haired baby just beginning to toddle, the image of her soldier father. Jehane still wore mourning--deepest black, with white frills at her wristbands and a white ruff about her neck. Black suited her pale complexion--it lent her the touch of helpless pathos that her beauty had always wanted. Her manner was hushed and gentle, matching her costume. Her large, dark eyes had that forlorn expression of “Oh, I can never forget,” which has so often sealed the fate of an unmarried man. You felt at once that the finest deed possible would be to bring her happiness. At least, so felt Waffles.