CHAPTER XVII.

MORE MYSTERY.

Bevil Goring was greatly perplexed and bewildered by the sudden

disappearance of the household at Chilcote, and in quest of

information rode over to Mrs. Trelawney at the Grange, and she

expressed herself as much surprised as himself at their abrupt

departure, but she knew only a little more on the subject than he did.

The baronet and his daughter had left England in Lord Cadbury's yacht

the _Firefly_ several days ago.

'Gone! sailed thus suddenly without a letter of explanation, of

farewell, or the time of her return being even hinted to me,' were

Goring's natural thoughts.

'And what about Lord Cadbury?' he asked.

'Oh! he has gone too; the Court is shut up,' replied Mrs. Trelawney,

with a faint approach to a smile.

'Gone too!' replied Goring, more mystified than ever.

Was she yielding to the pressure put upon her by Sir Ranald--yielding

after all?

'And for where has the party sailed?' he asked.

'There is no party, on board, I understand, but only Lord Cadbury,

Alison, and her father; and whither they have gone no one knows--they

decamped so hurriedly. But you, at least, will certainly hear in

time,' said Mrs. Trelawney, with a soft smile, as she knew well how

deep was the interest Goring and Miss Cheyne had in each other.

'I am indeed surprised that--that Alison did not write about the

whole affair to me.'

'Perhaps she did not know in time, or her letter may not have

been--may have from some cause miscarried. So whether they are

seeking the fiords of Norway or the source of the Nile we cannot

know.'

'And who was your informant so far, Mrs. Trelawney?'

'Old Mrs. Rebecca Prune, who came with a farewell message from Alison

to me--a circumstance which I thought strange, as courtesy required

that she should have called, or at least written.'

'And there was none for me?'

'None. I assure you, Captain Goring, I miss Alison very much, and so

does my child here, little Netty.'

'Ah--little Netty, whose "flower-like beauty," as he calls it, Dalton

is never weary praising.'

Mrs. Trelawney's colour heightened for a moment, her long lashes

flickered, but she merely said,

'How is Captain Dalton? I have not seen him for some time.'

'Very well--but low-spirited apparently,' replied Goring, who thought

that 'she seemed interested in poor Tony after all.'

After a pause--

'Dalton is my dearest friend, Mrs. Trelawney, and, as the confidant

of his secrets, he has not concealed from me his deep admiration and

love of yourself.'

Mrs. Trelawney's bright hazel eyes sparkled, and her bosom heaved,

while an undoubtedly joyous expression spread over all her animated

face.

'You will pardon me for saying this, when I know that you are the

friend of Alison Cheyne, whom I love with my whole life, and shall

follow over the world if I can trace her!' said Goring, whose voice

trembled with emotion that sprang from love and anger.

'I do love sweet Alison very dearly.'

'And poor Dalton,' said Goring, anxious to plead his friend's cause;

'can you not love him as he deserves to be?'

'I have not said so,' replied Mrs. Trelawney, now laughing

excessively, and added, 'what an odd question for a gentleman

visitor!'

'Do pardon me; but will you give him time to hope--through me?'

'Please not to suggest this, Captain Goring.'

'Why?

'There is--I know--a secret in his life--he knows it too--a secret

that in some measure fetters alike his words and his actions.'

'Good heavens! and this secret?'

'Is mine also--I have the key to it.'

'Yours!'

'Yes--you look perplexed--even distressed; nevertheless it is so,'

she rejoined, tapping the floor, as if impatient, with a slim and

pretty foot.

'Will it ever be unravelled?'

'Yes--very soon now, perhaps.'

'But when?'

'When the proper time comes. Till then, Captain Goring, I shall

trust to your friendship for myself and Captain Dalton not to attempt

to probe it, or act the umpire or match-maker between us.'

She said this emphatically, and with one of her sweetest smiles,

while her soft white hand was placed confidently in that of Goring.

'I shall be silent as the grave,' said he. 'I have suspected

something of this kind. At times a great gloom comes over poor Tony;

there has been some mystery about his early life; what, I cannot

divine; but it drove him into the ranks, and made him for years

loathe England and English society, which he avoided as much as

possible. He seems to have got over that whim now, and to you I look

forward as the means of effecting a perfect cure.'

She gave Goring one of her soft and inexplicable smiles, and then,

drooping her eyelids said, with a sigh, but apparently one of

pleasure,

'You expect too much from me, Captain Goring.'

Mrs. Trelawney promised him, the moment she could obtain, through any

source, some tidings of Alison's whereabouts, to let him know, and he

bade her adieu with his mind full of doubt and anxiety--not doubt of

Alison's faith, but of their mutual future; and anxiety for the

annoyances to which she might be subjected, and the pressure that

might in many ways be put upon her.

That Cadbury was in her society was an irritating circumstance; but a

peer of the realm was some one of consequence, and his movements

would ere long most probably be a clue to hers.

Mrs. Trelawney's mysterious hints about her knowledge of Dalton's

past life gave Goring some food for reflection, and he knew not what

to think of them.

'So--she seems to have refused Tony, as she did Jerry Wilmot; by

Jove, she must be difficult to please!' thought he, as he turned his

horse in the direction of Aldershot, often giving a long, earnest,

and hopeless farewell glance at the old trysting-place beside the

beeches.

But Jerry by this time had quite got over his fancy for Mrs.

Trelawney, and found a new divinity in the person of her friend, Miss

Bella Chevenix, whom he had known from her girlhood, but who now

became invested with new and sudden interest to him.

Days passed slowly in succession now, but to Goring there came no

tidings of the absent one. Thus life in the winter camp at Aldershot

became an intolerable bore to him, and he longed for action of any

kind; but now rumours went abroad that troubles were in store at the

Cape, and the regiment would be one of the first dispatched to Africa.

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