'It's quite beautiful to hear him,' said Mrs. Smiley. 'Go on, Mr. Kenneby.'
'The years are gone by as though they was nothing, and still I've had her image on my heart. I've seem her to-day.'
'Her gentleman's still alive, aint he?' asked Mrs. Smiley.
'And likely to live,' said Mrs. Moulder.
'I've seen her to-day,' Kenneby continued; 'and now the Adriatic's free to wed another.'
Neither of the ladies present exactly understood the force of the quotation; but as it contained an appropriate reference to marriage, and apparently to a second marriage, it was taken by both of them in good part. He was considered to have made his offer, and Mrs. Smiley thereupon formally accepted him. 'He's spoke quite handsome, I'm sure,' said Mrs. Smiley to his sister; 'and I don't know that any woman has a right to expect more. As to the brick-fields———.' And then there was a slight reference to business, with which it will not be necessary that the readers of this story should embarrass themselves.
Soon after that Mr. Kenneby saw Mrs. Smiley home in a cab, and poor Mrs. Moulder sat by her lord till he roused himself from his sleep. Let us hope that her troubles with him were as little vexatious as possible; and console ourselves with the reflection that at twelve o'clock the next morning, after the second bottle of soda and brandy, he was 'as sweet as sweet.'
CHAPTER IV.
SHOWING HOW LADY MASON COULD BE VERY NOBLE.
Lady Mason returned to The Cleeve after her visit to Mr. Furnival's chambers, and nobody asked her why she had been to London or whom she had seen. Nothing could be more gracious than the deference which was shown to her, and the perfect freedom of action which was accorded to her. On that very day Lady Staveley had called at The Cleeve, explaining to Sir Peregrine and Mrs. Orme that her visit was made expressly to Lady Mason. 'I should have called at Orley Farm, of course,' said Lady Staveley, 'only that I hear that Lady Mason is likely to prolong her visit with you. I must trust to you, Mrs. Orme, to make all that understood.' Sir Peregrine took upon himself to say that it all should be understood, and then drawing Lady Staveley aside, told her of his own intended marriage. 'I cannot but be aware,' he said, 'that I have no business to trouble you with an affair that is so exclusively our own; but I have a wish, which perhaps you may understand, that there should be no secret about it. I think it better, for her sake,
