dry; his back was even bent, and his legs were unsteady under him, so that he had been forced to step down from his carriage as an old man would do. Alas, alas! he had no further chance now of ever being all right again.
Mary had secluded herself in her bedroom as soon as the carriage had driven up to the door, and there she remained till dinner-time. But she could not shut herself up altogether. It would be necessary that she should appear at dinner; and, therefore, a few minutes before the hour, she crept out into the drawing-room. As she opened the door, she looked in timidly, expecting to see Sir Louis there; but when she saw that her uncle was the only occupant of the room, her brow cleared, and she entered with a quick step.
'He'll come down to dinner; won't he, uncle?'
'Oh, I suppose so.'
'What's he doing now?'
'Dressing, I suppose; he's been at it this hour.'
'But, uncle—'
'Well?'
'Will he come up after dinner, do you think?'
Mary spoke of him as though he were some wild beast, whom her uncle insisted on having in his house.
'Goodness knows what he will do! Come up? Yes. He will not stay in the dining-room all night.'
'But, dear uncle, do be serious.'
'Serious!'
'Yes; serious. Don't you think I might go to bed, instead of waiting?'
The doctor was saved the trouble of answering by the entrance of the baronet. He was dressed in what he considered the most fashionable style of the day. He had on a new dress-coat lined with satin, new dress-trousers, a silk waistcoat covered with chains, a white cravat, polished pumps, and silk stockings, and he carried a scented handkerchief in his hand; he had rings on his fingers, and carbuncle studs in his shirt, and he smelt as sweet as patchouli could make him. But he could hardly do more than shuffle into the room, and seemed almost to drag one of his legs behind him.
Mary, in spite of her aversion, was shocked and distressed when she saw him. He, however, seemed to think himself perfect, and was no whit abashed by the unfavourable reception which twelve months since had been paid to his suit. Mary came up and shook hands with him, and he received her with a compliment which no doubt he thought must be acceptable. 'Upon my word, Miss Thorne, every place seems to agree with
