'If!' said Henry, breaking off with a sound and look of such intense misery as almost to stagger the Doctor himself, by reminding him of Leonard's violent temper, and the cause Henry had to remember his promptness of hand; but that Ethel's pupil, Aubrey's friend, the boy of ingenuous face, could under any provocation strike helpless old age, or, having struck, could abscond without calling aid, actuated by terror, not by pity or repentance, was more than Dr. May could believe, and after brief musing, he broke out in indignant refutation. 'I should have thought so. I wish I still could believe so' sighed Henry; 'but--' and there they lapsed into silence, till, as they came near the town, Dr. May offered to set him down at Bankside. 'No! no, thank you,' he cried in entreaty. 'I cannot see her--Ave.' 'Then come home with me. You shall see no one, and you will look up when you are not faint and fasting. You young men don't stand up against these things like us old stagers.' As the carriage stopped, several anxious faces were seen on the watch, but the Doctor signed them back till he had deposited Henry in his study, and then came among them. Gertrude was the first to speak. 'O, papa, papa, what is it! Mrs. Pugh has been here to ask, and Ethel won't let me hear, though Tom and Aubrey know.' 'I took refuge in your order to believe nothing till you came,' said Ethel, with hands tightly clasped together. 'It is true, then?' asked Tom. 'True that it looks as bad as bad can be,' said the Doctor, sighing heavily, and proceeding to state the aspect of the case. 'It is a trick--a plot,' cried Aubrey passionately; 'I know it is! He always said he would run away if they tried to teach him dishonesty; and now they have done this and driven him away, and laid the blame on him. Ethel, why don't you say you are sure of it?' 'Leonard would be changed indeed if this were so,' said Ethel, trembling as she stood, and hardly able to speak articulately. Aubrey broke out with a furious 'If,' very different from Henry Ward's. 'It would not be the Leonard we knew at Coombe,' said Ethel. 'He might be blind with rage, but he would never be cowardly. No. Unless he own it, nothing shall ever make me believe it.' 'Own it! For shame, Ethel,' cried Aubrey. And even the Doctor exclaimed, 'You are as bad as poor Henry himself, who has not got soul enough to be capable of trusting his brother.' 'I do trust,' said Ethel, looking up. 'I shall trust his own word,' and she sat down without speaking, and knitted fast, but her needles clattered. 'And how about that poor girl at Bankside?' said the Doctor. 'I went down there,' said Tom, 'just to caution the servants against bringing in stories. She found out I was there, and I had to go in and make the best of it.' 'And what sort of a best?' said the Doctor.