next morning evan meredith heard accidentally that harry lewin had stopped for the night in london, and had telegraphed unexpectedly to edie that he had been detained in town on business.

evan shook his head with an ominous look. "poor child," he said to himself pityingly; "she would marry a man who had been brought up in paris and vienna!"[pg 61]

and when harry came back that evening by the late train, evan meredith was loitering casually by the big iron gates of peveril court to see whether edie's husband was really returning.

there was a very grave and serious look on harry's face that surprised and somewhat disconcerted evan. he somehow felt that harry's expression was not that of a careless, dissipated fellow, and he said to himself, this time a little less confidently: "perhaps after all i may have been misjudging him."

edie was standing to welcome her husband on the big stone steps of the old manor house. he stepped from the dogcart, not lightly with a spring as was his usual wont, but slowly and almost remorsefully, like a man who has some evil tidings to break to those he loves dearest. but he kissed edie as tenderly as ever—even more tenderly, she somehow imagined; and he looked at her with such a genuine look of love that edie thought it was well worth while for him to go away for the sake of such a delightful meeting.

"well, darling," she asked, as she went with him into the great dining-room, "why didn't you come back to the little wifie, as you promised yesterday?"

harry looked her full in the face, not evasively or furtively, but with a frank, open glance, and answered in a very quiet voice, "i was detained on business, edie."

"what business?" edie asked, a little piqued at the indefiniteness of the answer.

"business that absolutely prevented me from returning," harry replied, with a short air of perfect determination.

edie tried in vain to get any further detail out of him. to all her questions harry only answered with the one set and unaltered formula, "i was detained on important business."

but when she had asked him for the fiftieth time in the drawing-room that evening, he said at last, not at all[pg 62] angrily, but very seriously, "it was business, edie, closely connected with your own happiness. if i had returned last night, you would have been sorry for it, sooner or later. i stayed away for your own sake, darling. please ask me no more about it."

edie couldn't imagine what he meant; but he spoke so seriously, and smoothed her hand with such a tender, loving gesture, that she kissed him fervently, and brushed away the tears from her swimming eyes without letting him see them. as for harry, he sat long looking at the embers in the smouldering fire, and holding his pretty little wife's hand tight in his without uttering a single syllable. at last, just as they were rising to go upstairs, he laid his hand upon the mantelpiece as if to steady himself, and said very earnestly, "edie, with god's help, i hope it shall never occur again."

"what, harry darling? what do you mean? what will never occur again?"

he paused a moment. "that i should be compelled to stop a night away from you unexpectedly," he answered then very slowly.

and when he had said it he took up the candle from the little side table and walked away, with two tears standing in his eyes, to his own dressing-room.

from that day forth edie lewin noticed two things. first, that her husband seemed to love her even more tenderly and deeply than ever. and second, that his strange gravity and self-restraint seemed to increase daily upon him.

and evan meredith, watching closely his cousin and her husband, thought to himself with a glow of satisfaction—for he was too generous and too true in his heart to wish ill to his rival—"after all, he loves her truly; he is really in love with her. edie will be rich now, and will have a good husband. what could i ever have given her compared to what harry lewin can give her? it is better so. i must not regret it."