a beginner.'
'You are on his side, Richard.'
'It has not seemed like it so far, but, I confess, I have certainly had enough of shuffling.'
'There will be no more shuffling,' said the colonel fiercely. 'I shall see this man and tell him what I think of him. As for Mary——'
He paused.
'Yes,' said Dick, 'Mary is the difficulty. At present I cannot even tell you what she is thinking of it all. Mary is the one person I could never look in the face when I meditated an underhand action—I remember how that sense of honour of hers used to annoy me when I was a boy—and so I have not studied her countenance much of late.'
'She shall marry Dowton,' said the colonel decisively.
'It is probably a pity, but I don't think she will,' replied Dick. 'Of course you can prevent her marrying Angus by simply refusing your consent.'
'Yes, and I shall refuse it.'
'Though it should break her heart she will never complain,' said Dick, 'but it does seem a little hard on Mary that we should mar her life rather than endure a disappointment ourselves.'
'You don't look at it in the proper light,' said the colonel, who, like most persons, made the proper light himself; 'in saving her from this man we do her the greatest kindness in our power.'
'Um,' said Dick, 'of course. That was how I put it to myself, but just consider Angus calmly, and see what case we have against him.'
'He is not a gentleman,' said the colonel.
'He ought not to be, according to the proper light, but he is.'
'Pshaw!' the colonel exclaimed pettishly. 'He may have worked himself up into some sort of position, like other discontented men of his class, but he never had a father.'
'He says he had a very good one. Weigh him, if you like, against Dowton, who is a good fellow in his way, but never, so far as I know, did an honest day's work in his life. Dowton's whole existence has been devoted to pleasure-seeking, while Angus has been climbing up ever since he was born, and with a heavy load on his back, too, most of the time. If he goes on as he is doing, he will have both a good income and a good position shortly.'
'Dowton's position is made,' said the colonel.
'Exactly,' said Dick, 'and Angus is making his for himself. Whatever other distinction we draw between them is a selfish one, and I question if it does us much credit.'
'I have no doubt,' said the colonel, 'that Mary's pride will make her see this matter as I do.'
'It will at least make her sacrifice herself for our pride, if you insist on that.'
Mary's father loved her as he had loved her mother, though he liked to have his own way with both of them. His voice broke a little as he answered Dick.
'You have a poor opinion of your father, my boy,' he said. 'I think I would endure a good deal if Mary were to be the happier for it.'
Dick felt a little ashamed of himself.
'Whatever I may say,' he answered, 'I have at least acted much as you would have done yourself. Forgive me, father.'
The colonel looked up with a wan smile.
'Let us talk of your affairs rather, Richard,' he said. 'I have at least nothing to say against Miss Meredith.'
Dick moved uncomfortably in his chair, and then stood up, thinking he heard a knock at the door.
'Are you there, Abinger?' some one called out. 'I have something very extraordinary to tell you.'
Dick looked at his father, and hesitated. 'It is Angus,' he said.
'Let him in,' said the colonel.
Chapter XVI.
The Barber of Rotten Row
Rob started when he saw Mary's father.
'We have met before, Mr. Angus,' said the colonel courteously.
'Yes,' answered Rob, without a tremor; 'at Dome Castle, was it not?'
This was the Angus who had once been unable to salute anybody without wondering what on earth he ought to say next. This was the colonel whose hand had gaped five minutes before for Rob's throat. The frown on the face of Mary's father was only a protest against her lover's improved appearance. Rob was no longer the hobbledehoy of last Christmas. He was rather particular about the cut of his coat. He had forgotten that he was not a colonel's social equal. In short, when he entered a room now he knew what to do with his hat. Their host saw the two men measuring each other. Dick never smiled, but sometimes his mouth twitched, as now.
'You had something special to tell me, had you not?' he asked Rob.
'Well,' Rob replied, with hesitation, 'I have something for you in my rooms.'
'Suppose my father,' began Dick, meaning to invite the colonel upstairs, but pausing as he saw Rob's brows contract. The colonel saw too, and resented it. No man likes to be left on the outskirts of a secret.
'Run up yourself, Abinger,' Rob said, seating himself near Mary's father; 'and, stop, here are my keys. I locked it in.'
'Why,' asked Dick, while his father also looked up, 'have you some savage animal up there?'
'No,' Rob said, 'it is very tame.'
Dick climbed the stair, after casting a quizzical look behind him, which meant that he wondered how long the colonel and Rob would last in a small room together. He unlocked the door of Rob's chambers more quickly than he opened it, for he had no notion of what might be caged up inside, and as soon as he had entered he stopped, amazed. All men of course are amazed once in their lives—when they can get a girl to look at them. This was Dick's second time.
It was the hour of the evening when another ten minutes can be stolen from the day by a readjustment of one's window curtains. Rob's blind, however, had given way in the cords, and instead of being pulled up was twisted into two triangles. Just sufficient light straggled through the window to let Dick see the man who was standing on the hearthrug looking sullenly at his boots. There was a smell of oil in the room.
Dowton!' Dick exclaimed; 'what masquerade is this?'
The other put up his elbow as if to ward off a blow, and then Dick opened the eyes of anger.
'Oh,' he said, 'it is you, is it?'
They stood looking at each other in silence.
'Just stand there, my fine fellow,' Dick said, 'until I light the gas. I must have a better look at you.'
The stranger turned longing eyes on the door as the light struck him.
'Not a single step in that direction,' said
