once made but repeated. Her condition is most distressing. She is in all respects your lordship's equal. As her father, I am driven to ask you what excuse you have to make, or whether she has interpreted you aright.
'I have the honour to be,
'Your very humble servant,
' AUGUSTUS TREFOIL.'
'IN THESE DAYS ONE CAN'T MAKE A MAN MARRY'
THIS was going on while Lord Rufford was shooting in the neighbourhood of Dillsborough; and when the letter was being put into its envelope at the lodgings in Orchard Street, his lordship was just sitting down to dinner with his guests at the Bush. At the same time John Morton was lying ill at Bragton;--a fact of which Arabella was not aware.
The letter from Lord Augustus was put into the post on Saturday evening; but when that fine of action was decided upon by Arabella, she was aware that she must not trust solely to her father. Various plans were fermenting in her brain; all, or any of which, if carried out at all, must be carried out at the same time and at once. There must be no delay, or that final chance of Patagonia would be gone. The leader of a forlorn hope, though he be ever so resolved to die in the breach, still makes some preparation for his escape. Among her plans, the first in order was a resolution to see Lord Mistletoe, whom she knew to be in town. Parliament was to meet in the course of the next week and he was to move the address. There had been much said about all this at Mistletoe, from which she knew that he was in London preparing himself among the gentlemen at the Treasury. Then she herself would write to the duke. She thought that she could concoct a letter that would move even his heart. She would tell him that she was a daughter of the house of Trefoil,--and 'all that sort of thing.' She had it distinctly laid down in her mind. And then there was another move which she