Randal gnawed his pale lip, and a momentary cloud of disappointment passed over his face.

"True, sir," said he gently; "true, you must not be rash. Indeed, I was thinking of you and poor dear Frank at the very moment I met you. It occurred to me whether we might not make Frank's very embarrassments a reason to induce Madame di Negra to refuse him; and I was on my way to Mr Egerton, in order to ask his opinion, in company with the gentleman yonder."

"Gentleman yonder! Why should he thrust his long nose into my family affairs? Who the devil is he?"

"Don't ask, sir. Pray let me act."

But the Squire continued to eye askant the dark-whiskered personage thus thrust between himself and his son, and who waited patiently a few yards in the rear, carelessly readjusting the camelia in his buttonhole.

"He looks very outlandish. Is he a foreigner too?" asked the Squire at last.

66 No, not exactly. However, he knows all about Frank's embarrass ments; and"—

"Embarrassments! what, the debt he paid for that woman? How did he raise the money?"

"I don't know," answered Randal, "and that is the reason I asked Baron Levy to accompany me to Egerton's, that he might explain in private what I have no reason

"Baron Levy!" interrupted the Squire. "Levy, Levy-I have heard of a Levy who has nearly ruined my neighbour Thornhill-a money-lender. Zounds! is that the man who knows my son's affairs? I'll soon learn, sir." Randal caught hold of the Squire's arm: "Stop, stop; if you really insist upon learning more about Frank's debts, you must not appeal to Baron Levy directly, and as Frank's father: he will not answer you. But if I present you to him as a mere acquaintance of mine, and turn the conversation, as if carelessly, upon Frankwhy, since, in the London world, such matters are never kept secret except from the parents of young men-I have no doubt he will talk out openly."

"Manage it as you will," said the Squire.

Randal took Mr Hazeldean's arm, and joined Levy-" A friend of mine from the country, Baron." Levy bowed profoundly, and the three walked slowly on.

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"By the by," said Randal, pressing significantly upon Levy's arm, "my friend has come to town upon the somewhat unpleasant business of settling the debts of another—a young man of fashion-a relation of his own. No one, sir, (turning to the Squire,) could so ably assist you in such arrangements, as could Baron Levy."

BARON, (modestly, and with a moralising air.)-"I have some experience in such matters, and I hold it a duty to assist the parents and relations of young men who, from want of reflection, often ruin themselves for life. I hope the young gentleman in question is not in the hands of the Jews?"

RANDAL." Christians are as fond of good interest for their money as ever the Jews can be."

BARON.-" Granted, but they have not always so much money to lend. The first thing, sir, (addressing the Squire,)-the first thing for you to do is to buy up such of your relation's bills and notes of hand as may be in the market. No doubt we can get them a bargain, unless the young man is heir to some property that may soon be his in the course of nature."

RANDAL.-"Not soon-heaven forbid! His father is still a young mana fine healthy man," leaning heavily on Levy's arm; and as to postobits"

BARON.- "Post-obits on sound security cost more to buy up, however healthy the obstructing relative may be."

RANDAL." I should hope that there are not many sons who can calculate, in cold blood, on the death of their fathers."

BARON." Ha, ha-he is young, our friend Randal; eh, sir ?"

RANDAL." Well, I am not more scrupulous than others, I daresay; and I have often been pinched hard for money, but I would go barefoot rather than give security upon a father's grave! I can imagine nothing

more likely to destroy natural feeling, nor to instil ingratitude and treachery into the whole character, than to press the hand of a parent, and calculate when that hand may be dust-than to sit down with strangers and reduce his life to the measure of an insurance table-than to feel difficulties gathering round one, and mutter in fashionable slang, But it will be all well if the governor would but die.' And he who has accustomed himself to the relief of post-obits must gradually harden his mind to all this."

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The Squire groaned heavily; and had Randal proceeded another sentence in the same strain, the Squire would have wept outright. "But," continued Randal, altering the tone of his voice, "I think that our young friend of whom we were talking just now, Levy, before this gentleman joined us, has the same opinions as myself on this head. He may accept bills, but he would never sign postobits."

BARON, (who with the apt docility of a managed charger to the touch of a rider's hand, had comprehended and complied with each quick sign of Randal's.)" Pooh! the young fellow we are talking of? Nonsense. He would not be so foolish as to give five times the percentage he otherwise might. Not sign post-obits! Of course he has signed one."

RANDAL. "Hist-you mistake, you mistake."

SQUIRE, (leaving Randal's arm and seizing Levy's.)-" Were you speaking of Frank Hazeldean?"

BARON.-"My dear sir, excuse me; I never mention names before strangers."

SQUIRE."Strangers again! Man, I am the boy's father! Speak out, sir," and his hand closed on Levy's arm with the strength of an iron vice.

BARON." My dear Leslie, a man of Mr Hazeldean's time of life cannot have your romantic_boyish notions. He must allow that Frank has acted in this like a lad of sense-very good head for business has my young friend Frank! And the best thing Mr Hazeldean can do is quietly to buy up the post-obit, and thus he will place his son henceforth in his own power."

SQUIRE.

"Can I see the deed with my own eyes?"

BARON.-"Certainly, or how could you be induced to buy it up? But on one condition; you must not betray me to your son. And, indeed, take my advice, and don't say a word to him on the matter."

SQUIRE.-" "Let me see it, let me His see it, with my own eyes. mother else will never believe itnor will I."

BARON.—“I can call on you this evening."

SQUIRE. "Now-now."

BARON. "You can spare me, Randal; and you yourself can open to Mr Egerton the other affair, respecting Lansmere. No time should be lost, lest L'Estrange suggest a candidate."

RANDAL, (whispering.) "Never mind me. This is more important. (Aloud)-Go with Mr Hazeldean. My dear kind friend, (to the Squire,) do not let this vex you so much. After all, it is what nine young men out of ten would do in the same circumstances. And it is best you should know it; you may save Frank from farther ruin, and prevent, perhaps, this very marriage."

"We will see," exclaimed the Squire hastily. "Now, Mr Levy, come."

Levy and the Squire walked on, not arm in arm, but side by side. Randal proceeded to Egerton's house.

"I am glad to see you, Leslie," said the ex-minister. "What is it I have heard? My nephew, Frank Hazeldean, proposes to marry Madame di Negra against his father's consent? How could you suffer him to entertain an idea so wild? And how never confide it to me?"

RANDAL." My dear Mr Egerton, it is only to-day that I was informed of Frank's engagement. I have already seen him, and expostulated in vain; till then, though I knew your nephew admired Madame di Negra, I could never suppose he harboured a serious intention.”

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EGERTON." I must believe you, Randal. I will myself see Madame di Negra, though I have no power, and no right, to dictate to her. have but little time for all such private business. The dissolution of Parliament is so close at hand."

RANDAL, (looking down.)-"It is on that subject that I wished to speak to you, sir. You think of standing for Lansmere. Well, Baron Levy has suggested to me an idea that I could not, of course, even countenance, till I had spoken to you. It seems that he has some acquaintance with the state of parties in that borough! He is informed that it is not only as easy to bring in two of our side, as to carry one; but that it would make your election still more safe, not to fight single-handed against two opponents; that if canvassing for yourself alone, you could not carry a sufficient number of plumper votes; that split votes would go from you to one or other of the two adversaries; that, in a word, it is necessary to pair you with a colleague. If it really be so, you of course will learn best from your own Committee; but should they concur in the opinion Baron Levy has formed-do I presume too much on your kindness to deem it possible that you might allow me to be the second candidate on your side? I should not say this, but that Levy told me you had some wish to see me in Parliament, amongst the supporters of your policy. And what other opportunity can occur? Here the cost of carrying two would be scarcely more than that of carrying one. And

Levy says, the party would subscribe for my election; you, of course, would refuse all such aid for your own; and indeed, with your great name, and Lord Lansmere's interest, there can be little beyond the strict legal expenses."

As Randal spoke thus at length, he watched anxiously his patron's reserved unrevealing countenance.

EGERTON, (drily.)—I will consider. You may safely leave in my hands any matter connected with your ambition and advancement. I have before told you I hold it a duty to do all in my power for the kinsman of my late wife-for one whose career I undertook to forward-for one whom honour has compelled to share in my own political reverses."

Here Egerton rang the bell for his hat and gloves, and walking into the hall, paused at the street door. There beckoning to Randal, he said slowly, "You seem intimate with Baron Levy; I caution you against him-a dangerous acquaintance, first to the purse, next to the honour."

RANDAL. "I know it, sir; and am surprised myself at the acquaintance that has grown up between us. Perhaps its cause is in his respect for yourself."

EGERTON. "Tut."

RANDAL. "Whatever it be, ho contrives to obtain a singular hold over one's mind, even where, as in my case, he has no evident interest to serve. How is this? It puzzles me!"

EGERTON." For his interest, it is most secured where he suffers it to be least evident; for his hold over the mind, it is easily accounted for. He ever appeals to two temptations, strong with all men-Avarice and Ambition. Good day."

RANDAL. "Are you going to Madame di Negra's? Shall I not accompany you? Perhaps I may be able to back your own remonstrances." EGERTON." No, I shall not require you."

RANDAL. "I trust I shall hear the result of your interview? I feel so much interested in it. Poor Frank!" Audley nodded. course."

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On entering the drawing-room of Madame di Negra, the peculiar charm which the severe Audley Egerton had been ever reputed to possess with women, would have sensibly struck one who had hitherto seen him chiefly in his relations with men in the businesslike affairs of life. It was a charm in strong contrast to the ordinary manners of those who are emphatically called "Ladies' men." No artificial smile, no conventional hollow blandness, no frivolous gossip, no varnish either of ungenial gaiety or affected grace. The charm was in a simplicity that unbent more into kindness than it did with men. Audley's nature, whatever its faults and defects, was essentially masculine; and it was the sense of masculine power that gave to his voice a music when addressing the gentler sex-a sort of indulgent tenderness that appeared equally void of insincerity and presumption.

Frank had been gone about half-anhour, and Madame di Negra was scarcely recovered from the agitation into which she had been thrown by the affront from the father and the pleading of the son.

Egerton took her passive hand cordially, and seated himself by her side.

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"My dear Marchesa," said he, 66 are we then likely to be near connections? And can you seriously contemplate marriage with my young nephew, Frank Hazeldean? turn away. Ah, my fair friend, there are but two inducements to a free woman to sign away her liberty at the altar. I say a free woman, for widows are free, and girls are not. These inducements are, first, worldly position; secondly, love. Which of these motives can urge Madame di Negra to marry Mr Frank Hazeldean?"

"There are other motives than those you speak of-the need of protection-the sense of solitude-the curse of dependence-gratitude for honourable affection. But you men never know women!"

"I grant that you are right therewe never do; neither do women ever

know men. And yet each sex contrives to dupe and to fool the other! Listen to me. I have little acquaintance with my nephew, but I allow he is a handsome young gentleman, with whom a handsome young lady in her teens might fall in love in a ball-room. But you who have known the higher order of our species-you who have received the homage of men, whose thoughts and mind leave the small talk of drawing-room triflers — so poor and bald-you cannot look me in the face and say that it is any passion resembling love which you feel for my nephew. And as to position, it is right that I should inform you that if he marry you he will have none. He may risk his inheritance. You will receive no countenance from his parents. You will be poor, but not free. You will not gain the independence you seek for. The sight of a vacant discontented face in that opposite chair will be worse than solitude. And as to grateful affection," added the man of the world, "it is a polite synonym for tranquil indifference."

"Mr Egerton," said Beatrice, "people say you are made of bronze. Did you ever feel the want of a home?"

"I answer you frankly," replied the statesman, "if I had not felt it, do you think I should have been, and that I should be to the last, the joyless drudge of public life? Bronze though you call my nature, it would have melted away long since like wax in the fire, if I had sat idly down and dreamed of a Home!"

"But we women," answered Beatrice, with pathos, "have no public life, and we do idly sit down and dream. Oh," she continued, after a short pause, and clasping her hands firmly together, "you think me worldly, grasping, ambitious; how different my fate had been had I known a home!-known one whom I could love and venerate - known one whose smiles would have developed the good that was once within me, and the fear of whose rebuking or sorrowful eye would have corrected what is evil."

"Yet," answered Audley, "nearly all women in the great world have had that choice once in their lives, and nearly all have thrown it away. How few of your rank really think of home when they marry-how few ask to venerate as well as to love-and how many, of every rank, when the home has been really gained, have wilfully lost its shelter; some in neglectful weariness-some from a momentary doubt, distrust, caprice-a wild fancy-a passionate fit-a trifle -a straw a dream! True, you women are ever dreamers. Common sense, common earth, is above or below your comprehension."

Both now were silent. Audley first roused himself with a quick, writhing movement. "We two," said he, smiling half sadly, half cynically "we two must not longer waste time in talking sentiment. We know both too well what life, as it has been made for us by our faults or our misfortunes, truly is. And once again, I entreat you to pause before you yield to the foolish suit of my foolish nephew. Rely on it, you will either command a higher offer for your prudence to accept; or, if you needs must sacrifice rank and fortune, you, with your beauty and your romantic heart, will see one who, at least for a fair holiday season, (if human love allows no more,) can repay you for the sacrifice. Frank Hazeldean never can."

Beatrice turned away to conceal the tears that rushed to her eyes.

"Think over this well," said Audley, in the softest tones of his mellow voice. "Do you remember that when you first came to England, I

told you that neither wedlock nor love had any lures for me. We grew friends upon that rude avowal, and therefore I now speak to you like some sage of old, wise because standing apart and aloof from all the affections and ties that mislead our wisdom. Nothing but real love-(how rare it is; has one human heart in a million ever known it!)—nothing but real love can repay us for the loss of freedom-the cares and fears of poverty-the cold pity of the world that we both despise and respect. And all these, and much more, follow the step you would inconsiderately takean imprudent marriage."

"Audley Egerton," said Beatrice, lifting her dark, moistened eyes, "you grant that real love does compensate for an imprudent marriage. You speak as if you had known such love-you! Can it be possible?"

"Real love-I thought that I knew it once. Looking back with remorse, I should doubt it now but for one curse that only real love, when lost, has the power to leave evermore behind it."

"What is that?"

"A void here," answered Egerton, striking his heart. "Desolation !Adieu !"

He rose and left the room. "Is it," murmured Egerton, as he pursued his way through the streets

"is it that, as we approach death, all the first fair feelings of young life come back to us mysteriously? Thus I have heard, or read, that in some country of old, children, scattering flowers, preceded a funeral bier."

And so Leonard stood beside his friend's mortal clay, and watched, in the ineffable smile of death, the last gleam which the soul had left there; and so, after a time, he crept back to the adjoining room with a step as noiseless as if he had feared to disturb the dead. Wearied as he was with watching, he had no thought of sleep. He sate himself down by the little table, and leaned his face on his hand, musing sorrowfully. Thus time passed. He heard the clock from below strike the

hours. In the house of death the sound of a clock becomes so solemn. The soul that we miss has gone so far beyond the reach of time! A cold, superstitious awe gradually stole over the young man. He shivered, and lifted his eyes with a start, half scornful, half defying. The moon was gone -the grey, comfortless dawn gleamed through the casement, and carried its raw, chilling light through the open doorway, into the death-room. And there, near the extinguished fire,