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〃Oh； never mind me；〃 said Mr。 Hardie； 〃now that I know no harm has come to him； I really don't care a straw： I have got one child that loves me； and that I love。〃
〃Ah yes； dear； dear papa； and that will always love you； and never； never disobey you in small things or great。〃 She rose from the table and sealed this with a pious kiss； and； when she sat down with a pink flush on her delicate cheek； his hard eye melted and dwelt on her with beaming tenderness。 His heart yearned over her； and a pang went through it： to think that he must deceive even her； the one sweet soul that loved him！
It was a passing remorse： the successful plotter soon predominated； and it was with unmixed satisfaction he saw her put on her bonnet directly after breakfast and hurry off to Albion Villa to play the part of his unconscious sieve。
He himself strolled in the opposite direction； not to seem to be watching her。
He was in good spirits： felt like a general； who； after repulsing many desperate attacks successfully； orders an advance； and sees the tide of battle roll away from his bayonets。 His very body seemed elastic； indomitable； he walked lustily out into the country； sniffed the perfumed hedges； and relished life。 To be sure he could not walk away from all traces of his misdeeds； he fell in with objects that to an ordinary sinner might have spoiled the walk； and even marred the spring…time。 He found his creditor Maxley with grizzly beard and bloodshot eyes； belabouring a milestone； and two small boys quizzing him； and pelting him with mud： and soon after he met his creditor； old Dr。 Phillips； in a cart； coming back to Barkington to end his days there； at the almshouse。 But to our triumphant Bankrupt and Machiavel these things were literally nothing： he paced complacently on； and cared no more for either of those his wrecks than the smiling sea itself seems to care for the dead ships and men it washed ashore a week ago。
He came home before luncheon for his gossip with Jane； but she had not returned。 All the better； her budget would be the larger。
To while the time he got his file of the _Times；_ and amused himself noting down the fluctuations in Peruvian bonds；
While thus employed he heard a loud knock at his door； and soon after Peggy's voice and a man's in swift collision。 Hasty feet came along the passage； the parlour door opened； and a young man rushed in pale as ashes； and stared at him； he was breathless； and his lips moved； but no sound came。
It was Edward Dodd。
Mr。 Hardie rose like a tower and manned himself to repulse this fresh assault。
The strange visitor gasped out； 〃You are wanted at our house。〃
CHAPTER XXXVII
JANE HARDIE had found Albion Villa in the miserable state that precedes an auction： the house raw； its contents higgledy…piggledy。 The stair carpets； and drawing…room carpets； were up； and in rolls in the dining…room； the bulk of the furniture was there too； the auction was to be in that room。 The hall was clogged with great packages； and littered with small； all awaiting the railway carts； and Edward； dusty and deliquescent； was cording； strapping； and nailing them at the gallop； in his shirt sleeves。
Jane's heart sank at the visible signs of his departure。 She sighed； and then； partly to divert his attention； told him hastily there was a letter from Alfred。 On this he ran upstairs and told Mrs。 Dodd； and she came downstairs； and after a conversation took Jane up softly to her friend's room。
They opened the door gently； and Jane saw the grief she was come to consoleor to embitter。
Such a change！ instead of the bright； elastic； impetuous young beauty； there sat a pale； languid girl； with 〃weary of the world〃 written on every part of her eloquent body； her right hand dangled by her side； and on the ground beneath it lay a piece of work she had been attempting； but it had escaped from those listless fingers： her left arm was stretched at full length on the table with an unspeakable abandon； and her brow laid wearily on it above the elbow。 So lies the wounded bird； so droops the broken lily。
She did not move for Jane's light foot。 She often sat thus； a drooping statue； and let the people come and go unheeded。
Jane's heart yearned for her。 She came softly and laid a little hand lightly on her shoulder； and true to her creed that we must look upward for consolation； said in her ear； and in solemn silvery tones； 〃Our light affliction； which is but for a moment； worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory。〃
Julia turned at this and flung her arms round Jane's neck； and panted heavily。
Jane kissed her； and with tears in her eyes； proceeded to pour out； from a memory richly stored with Scripture； those blessed words it is full of； words that in our hours of ease or biblical criticism pass over the mind like some drowsy chime but in the bitter day of anguish and bereavement； when the body is racked； the soul darkened； shine out like stars to the mariner； seem then first to swell to their real size and meaning； and come to writhing mortals like pitying seraphim； divinity on their faces and healing on their wings。
Julia sighed heavily： 〃Ah；〃 she said； 〃these are sweet words。 But I am not ripe for them。 You show me the true path of happiness： but I don't _want_ to be happy； it's 燺him_ I want to be happy。 If the angels came for me and took me to heaven this moment； I should be miserable there； if I thought _he_ was in eternal torment。 Ay； I should be as miserable there as I am here。 Oh； Jane； when God means to comfort me； He will show me _he_ is alive； till then words are wasted on me； even Bible words。〃
〃Tell her your news； my dear；〃 said Mrs。 Dodd quietly。 She was one of those who take human nature as it is； and make the best of it。
〃Julia dear；〃 said Jane； 〃your fears are extravagant； indeed： Alfred is alive； we know。〃
Julia trembled； but said nothing。
〃He has written to…day。〃
〃Ah！ To you？〃
〃No； to papa。〃
〃I don't believe it。 Why to him？〃
〃But I saw the letter； dear； I had it my hand。〃
〃Did you read it？〃 asked Julia； trembling now like an aspen； and fluttering like a bird。
〃No； but I read the address； and the date inside； and I saw the handwriting； and I was offered the letter； but papa told me it was full of abuse of him； so I declined* to read it； however； I will get it for _you。_〃
* This was one of those involuntary inaccuracies which creep into mortal statements。
Mrs。 Dodd thanked her warmly； but asked her if she could not in the meantime give some idea of the contents。
〃Oh yes； Mrs。 Dodd： papa read me out a great deal of it。 He was in Paris； but just starting for London： and he demanded his money and his accounts。 You know papa is one of his trustees。〃
〃Well； but；〃 said Mrs。 Dodd； 〃there was nothingnothing about？〃
〃Oh yes； there was；〃 said Jane； 〃only Iwell then； for dear Julia's sakethe letter said； 'What wonder the son of a sharper should prove a traitor？ _You_ have stolen her money and _I_ her affections； and'oh； I can't； I can't。〃 And Jane Hardie began to cry。
Mrs。 Dodd embraced her like a mother； and entered into her filial feelings： Mrs。 Dodd had never seen her so weak； and； therefore； never thought her so amiable。 Thus occupied they did not at first observe how these tidings were changing Julia。
But presently looking up； they saw her standing at her full height on fire with wrath and insulted pride。
〃Ah； you have brought me comfort；〃 she cried。 〃 Mamma； I shall hate and scorn this man some day； as much as I hate and scorn myself now for every tear I have shed for him。〃
They tried to calm her； but in vain； a new gust of passion possessed the ardent young creature and would have vent。 She reddened from bosom to brow； and the scalding tears ran down her flaming cheeks； and she repeated between her clenched teeth； 〃My veins are not filled with skim…milk； I can tell you： you have seen how I can love； you shall see how I can hate。〃 And with this she went haughtily out of the room； not to expose the passion which overpowered her。
Mrs。 Dodd took advantage of her absence to thank Jane for her kindness； and told her she had also received some letters by this morning's post； and thought it would be neither kind on her part nor just to conceal their purport from her。 She then read her a letter from Mrs。 Beresford； and another from Mr。 Grey； in answer to queries about the L。 14；000。
Sharpe； I may as well observe； was at sea； Bayliss drowned。
Mrs。 Beresford knew nothing about the matter。
Mr。 Grey was positive Captain Dodd； when in command； had several thousand pounds in his cabin； Mrs。 Beresford's Indian servant had been detected trying to steal it； and put in irons： believed the lady had not been told the causeout of delicacy！ and Captain Roberts had liberated him。 As to whether the money had escaped the wreckif on Captain Dodd's person； it might have been saved； but if not； it was certainly lost： for Captain Dodd to his knowledge had run on deck from the passenger's cabin the moment the ship struck； and had remained there till she went to pieces； and everything was washed out of her。
〃Our own opinion；〃 said Mrs。 Dodd； 〃I mean Edward's and mine； is now； that the money was lost in the ship； and you c