it was a good thing for kilsyth that he had a soft, sweet, affectionate being like madeleine on whom he could vent the fund of affection stored in his warm heart, and who could appreciate and return it. in the autumn of life, when the sad strange feeling first comes upon us, that we have seen the best of our allotted time, and that the remainder of our pilgrimage must be existence rather than life; when the ears which tingled at the faintest whisper of love know that they will never again hear the soft liquid language once so marvellously sweet to them; when the heart which bounded at the merest promptings of ambition beats with unmoved placidity even as we recognise the victories of our juniors in the race; when we see the hopes and cares and wishes which we have so long cherished one by one losing their sap and strength and verdure, one by one losing their hold on our being, and borne whirling away, lifeless and shrivelled, on the sighing wind of time,--we need be grateful indeed if we have anything so cheering and promiseful as a daughter's affection. it is the old excitement that has given a zest to life for so many years; administered in a very mild form indeed, but still there. the boys are well enough, fine gentlemanly fellows, making their way in the world, well spoken of, well esteemed, doing credit to the parent stock, and taking--ay, there's the deuce of it!--taking the place which we have vacated, and making us feel that we have vacated it. their mere presence in the world brings to us the consciousness which arose dimly years ago, but which is very bright and impossible to blink now, that we no longer belong to the present, to the generation by which the levers of the world are grasped and moved; that we are tolerated gently and genially indeed, with outward respect and with a certain amount of real affection; but that we are in effect rococo and bygone, and that our old-world notions are to be kindly listened to, not warmly adopted. ulysses is all very well; in fact, was a noted chieftain in his day, went through his wanderings with great pluck and spirit, had his adventures, dear old boy. you recollect that story about the gr?fin von calypso, and that scandalous story which was published in the ogygian satirist? but it is telemachus who is the cynosure of ithaca nowadays, whom we watch, and on whom we wait. but with a girl it is a very different matter. to her her father--until he is supplanted by her husband--still stands on the old heroic pedestal where, through her mother's interpretation, she saw him long since in the early days of her childhood; in her eyes "age has not withered him, nor custom staled his infinite variety;" all his fine qualities, which she was taught to love,--and how easily she learned the lesson!--have but mellowed and improved with years. her brothers, much as she may love them, are but faint copies of that great original; their virtues and good qualities are but reflected lights of his--his the be-all and end-all of her existence; and the love between him and her is of the purest and most touching kind. no tinge of jealousy at being supplanted by her sullies that great love with which he regards her, and which is free from every taint of earthiness; towards her arises a chastened remembrance of the old love felt towards her mother, with the thousand softened influences which the old memories invest it with, combined with that other utterly indescribable affection of parent to child, which is one of the happiest and holiest mysteries of life.

so the love between kilsyth and his girl was the happiness of his existence, the one gentle bond of union between him and the outer world. for so large-hearted a man, he had few intimate relations with life; looking on at it benevolently, rather than taking part even in what it had to offer of gentleness and affection. this was perhaps because he was so thoroughly, what is called "old-fashioned." lady muriel he honoured, respected, and gloried in. on the few occasions when he was compelled to show himself in london society, he went through his duty as though enjoying it as much as the most foppish osric at the court; supported chiefly by the universal admiration which his wife excited, and not a little by the remembrance that another month would see him freed from all this confounded nonsense, and up to his waist in a salmon stream. there could be no terms of praise too warm for "my lady," who was in his eyes equally a miracle of talent and loveliness, to whom he always deferred in the largest as in the smallest matters of life; but it was madeleine

"who had power

to soothe the sportsman in his softer hour."

it was madeleine who had his deepest, fondest love--a love without alloy; pure, selfless, and eternal.

these feelings understood, it may be imagined kilsyth had the warmest feelings of gratitude and regard towards dr. wilmot for having, as everyone in the house believed, and as was really the fact, saved the girl's life, partly by his skill, principally by his untiring watchfulness and devotion to her at the most critical period of her illness. in such a man as kilsyth these feelings could not remain long unexpressed; so that within a couple of days of the interview between lady muriel and dr. wilmot, kilsyth took an opportunity of meeting the doctor as he was taking his usual stretch on the terrace, and accosting him.

"good-morning, dr. wilmot; still keeping to the terrace as strictly as though you were on parole?"

"good-morning to you. i'm a sanitarian, and get as much fresh air as i can with as little labour. this terrace seems to me the only level walking ground within eyeshot; and there's no more preposterous mistake than overdoing exercise. too much muscularity and gymnastics are amongst the besetting evils of the present day, depend upon it."

"very likely; but i'm not of the present day, and therefore not likely to overdo it myself, or to tempt you into overdoing it. but still i want you to extend your constitutional this morning round to the left; there's a path that skirts the craig--a made path in the rock itself, merely broad enough for two of us to walk, and which has the double advantage that it gives us peeps of some of the best scenery hereabouts; and it is so little frequented, that it will give us every chance of uninterrupted conversation. and i want to talk to you about madeleine."

whatever might have been chudleigh wilmot's previous notions as to the pleasure derivable from an extended walk with the old gentleman, the last word decided him; and they started off at once.

"i won't pretend to conceal from you, dr. wilmot," said kilsyth, after they had proceeded some quarter of a mile, talking on indifferent subjects, and stopping now and then to admire some point in the scenery,--"i won't pretend to conceal from you, that ever since your arrival here i have had misgivings as to the manner in which you were first summoned. i--"

"pray don't think of that, sir."

"i don't--any more than, i am sure, you do. my madeleine, who is dearer to me than life, was, i knew, in danger. i heard of your being in what one might almost call the vicinity from duncan forbes; and without thought or hesitation i at once telegraphed to you to come on here."

"thereby giving me the pleasantest holiday i ever enjoyed in my life, and enabling me to start away, as i was on the point of doing, with the agreeable reflection that i have been of some comfort to some most kind and charming people."

"i am delighted to hear you say those friendly words, dr. wilmot; but i am not convinced even now. so far as--as the honorarium is concerned, i hope you will allow me to make that up to you; so that you shall have no reminder in your banker's book that you have not been in full london practice; and as to the feeling beyond the honorarium, i can only say that you have earned my lifelong gratitude, and that i should be only too glad for any manner of showing it."

wilmot waited a minute before he said, "my dear sir, if there is anything i hate, it is conventionality; and i am horribly afraid of being betrayed into a set speech just now. with regard to the latter part of your remarks your gratitude for any service i may have been to you cannot be surpassed by mine for my introduction to my charming patient and your delightful family circle. with regard to what you were pleased to say about the honorarium, you must be good enough to do as i shall do--forget you ever touched upon the subject. you don't know our professional etiquette, my dear sir--that when a man is on a holiday he does no work. nothing on earth would induce me to take a fee from you. you must look upon anything i have done as a labour of love on my part; and i should lose all the pleasure of my visit if i thought that that visit had not been paid as a friend rather than as a professional man."

kilsyth must have changed a great deal from his former self if these words had not touched his warm generous heart. tears stood in his bright blue eyes as he wrung chudleigh wilmot's hand, and said, "you're a fine fellow, doctor; a great fellow altogether. i'm an old man now, and may say this to you without offence. be it as you will. god knows, no man ever left this house carrying with him so deep a debt of its owner's gratitude as will hang round you. now as to madeleine. you're off, you say, and i can't gainsay your departure; for i know you've been detained here far too long for the pursuance of your own proper practice, which is awaiting you in london; and i feel certain you would not go if you felt that by your going you would expose her to any danger of a relapse. but i confess i should like to hear from your own lips just your own candid opinion about her."

now or never, chudleigh wilmot! no excuse of miscomprehension! you have examined yourself, probed the inmost depths of your conscience in how many midnight vigils, in how many solitary walks! you know exactly the state of your feelings towards this young girl; and it is for you to determine whether you will renounce her for ever, or continue to tread that pleasant path of companionship--so bright and alluring in its present, so dark and hopeless in its future--along which you have recently been straying. professional and humanitarian considerations? are you influenced by them alone, when you reply--

"my dear sir, you ask me rather a difficult question. were i speaking of your daughter's recovery from the disease under which she has been labouring, i should say with the utmost candour that she has so far recovered as to be comparatively well. but i should not be discharging my professional duty--above all, i should not be worthy of that trust which you have reposed in my professional skill, and of the friendship with which you have been so good as to honour me--if i disguised from you that during my constant attendance on miss kilsyth, and during the examinations which i have from time to time made of her system, i have discovered that--that she has another point of weakness totally disconnected from that for which i have been treating her."

he was looking straight into the old man's eyes as he said this--eyes which dropped at the utterance of the words, then raised themselves again, dull, heavy-lidded, with all the normal light and life extinguished in them.

"i heard something of this from muriel, from lady muriel, from my wife," muttered kilsyth; "but i should like to know from you the exact meaning of your words. don't be afraid of distressing me, doctor," he added, after a short pause; "i have had in my time to listen to a sentence as hard--almost as hard"--his voice faltered here--"as any you could pronounce; and i have borne up against it with tolerable courage. so speak."

"i have no hard, at least no absolute, sentence to pronounce, my dear sir; nothing that does not admit of much mitigation, properly taken and properly treated. miss kilsyth is not a hoyden, you know; not one of those buxom young women who, according to french notions, are to be found in every english family--"

"no, no!" interrupted the old gentleman a little querulously.

"on the contrary, miss kilsyth's frame is delicate, and her constitution not particularly strong. indeed, in the course of my investigation during her recent illness, i discovered that her left lung was not quite so healthy as it might be."

"her lungs! ah, good heavens! i always feared that would be the weak spot."

"are any of her family so predisposed?"

"one brother died of rapid consumption."

"ay, indeed! well, well, there's nothing of that kind to be apprehended here,--at least there are no urgent symptoms. but it is only due to you and to myself to tell you that the lungs are miss kilsyth's weak point, and that every care should be exercised to ward off the disease which at present, i am happy to say, is only looming in the distance."

"and what should be the first step, dr. wilmot?"

"removal to a softer climate. you have a london house, i know; when do you generally make a move south?"

"lady muriel and the children usually go south in october,--about five weeks from hence,--and i go down to an old friend in yorkshire for a month's cover-shooting. but this is an exceptional year, and anything you advise shall be done."

"my advice is very simple; it is, that you so far make an alteration in your usual programme as to put miss kilsyth into a more congenial climate at once. this air is beginning now to be moist and raw in the mornings and evenings, and at its best is now unfit for anyone with delicate lungs."

"would london do?"

"london would be a great improvement on kilsyth--though of course it's treason to say so."

"then to london she shall go at once; and i hope you will allow me the pleasure of anticipating that my daughter, when there, will have the advantage of your constant supervision."

"anything i can do for miss kilsyth shall be done, you may depend on it, my dear sir. and now i want to say good-bye to you, and to you alone. i have a perfect horror of adieux, and dare not face them with women. so you will make my farewell to lady muriel, thanking her for all the kindness and hospitality; and--and you will tell miss kilsyth--that i shall hope to see her soon in london; and--so god bless you, my dear sir, au revoir on the flags of pall-mall."

half an hour afterwards he was gone. he had made all his arrangements, ordered his horses, and slipped away while all the party was engaged, and almost before his absence from the luncheon-table was remarked. he knew that the road by which he would be driven was not overlooked by the dining-room where the convives would be assembled; but he knew well enough that it was commanded by one particular window, and to that window he looked up with flashing eyes and beating heart. he caught a momentary glimpse of a pale face surrounded by a nimbus of golden hair; a pale face on which was an expression of sorrowful surprise, and which, as he raised his hat, shrunk back out of sight, without having given him the smallest sign of recognition. that look haunted chudleigh wilmot for days and days; and while at first it distressed him, on reflection brought him no little comfort, thinking, as he did, that had madeleine had no interest in him, her expression of face would have been simply conventional, and she would have nodded and bowed as to any ordinary acquaintance. so he fed his mind on that look, and on certain kindly little speeches which she had made to him from time to time during her illness; and when he wanted a more tangible reminiscence of her, he took from his pocketbook a blue ribbon with which she had knotted her hair during the earlier days of her convalescence, and which, when she fell asleep, he had picked from the ground and carefully preserved.

bad symptoms these, chudleigh wilmot; very bad symptoms indeed! bad and easily read; for there shall be no gawky lad of seventeen years of age, fresh from the country, to join your class at st. vitus's, who, hearing them described, shall not be able to name the virulent disease from which you are suffering.

when lady muriel heard the result of her husband's colloquy with the doctor, she was variously affected. she had anticipated that chudleigh wilmot would take the first opportunity of making his escape from kilsyth, where his presence was no longer professionally needed, while his patients in london were urgent for his return. nor was she surprised when her husband told her that dr. wilmot had, when interrogated, declared that the air of kilsyth was far too sharp for madeleine in her then condition, and that it was peremptorily necessary that she should be moved south, say to london, at once. only one remark did she make on this point: "did madeleine's removal to london--i mean did the selection of london spring from you, alick, or dr. wilmot?"

"from me, dear--at least i asked whether london would do; and he said, at all events london would be infinitely preferable to kilsyth; and so knowing that we should have the advantage of his taking charge of madeleine, i thought it would be best for us to get away to rutland-gate as soon as possible."

to which lady muriel replied, "you were quite right; but it will take at least a week before all our preparations will be complete for leaving this place and starting south."

lady muriel kilsyth did not join any of the expeditions which were made up after luncheon that day; the rest of the company went away to roaring linns or to heather-covered mountains; walked, rode, drove; made the purple hills resound with laughter excited by london stories, and flirted with additional vigour, though perhaps without the subtlety imparted by the experience of the season. but lady muriel went away to her own room, and gave herself up to thought. she had great belief in the efficacy of "thinking out" anything that might be on her mind, and she resorted to the practice on this occasion. her course was by no means clear or straightforward, but a little thorough application to the subject would soon show her the way. let her look at it in all its bearings, and slur over no salient point. this man, this dr. wilmot--well, he was wondrously fascinating, that she must allow! his eyes, his earnestness of manner, his gravity, and the way in which he slid from grave to gay topics, as his face lit up, and his voice--ah, that voice, so mellow, so rich, so clear, and yet so soft, and capable of such exquisite modulation! the remembrance of that face, only so recently known, has stopped the current of lady muriel's thoughts: she sits there in the low-backed chair, her chin resting on her breast, her hands clasped idly before her, her eyes vaguely looking on the fitfully flaming logs upon the hearth. wondrously fascinating; in his mere earnestness so different from the men, young and old, amongst whom her life was passed; by whom, if thought were possible to them, it was held as something to be ashamed of, while frivolity resulting in vice ruled their lives, and frivolity garnished with slang governed their conversation. wondrously fascinating; in the modesty with which he exercised the great talent he possessed, and the possession of which alone would have turned the head of a weaker man; in his brilliant energy and calm strength; in his unwitting superiority to all around him, and the manner in which, apparently unconsciously and without the smallest display, he took his place in the front rank, and, no matter who might be present, drew rapt attention and listening ears to himself. so much for him. now for herself. and lady muriel rose from the soft snuggery of her cushioned chair, and folded her arms across her breast, and began pacing the room with hurried steps. this man had established an influence over her? agreed. what was worse, established his influence without intending it, without absolutely wishing it? agreed again. lady muriel was far too clever a woman to shirk any item or gloss over any replies to her cross-examination of herself. and was she, who had hitherto steered her way through life, avoiding all the rocks and shoals and quicksands on which she had seen so much happiness wrecked, so much hope ingulfed--was she now to drift on for the same perilous voyage, without rudder or compass, without even a knowledge whether the haven would be open to her? not she. for her husband's, for her own sake, for her own and her children's credit, she would hold the course she had held, and play the part she had played. a shudder ran through her as she pictured to herself the delight with which the thousand-and-one tongues of london scandal would whisper and chuckle over the merest hint that their prophecy of years since was beginning to be fulfilled--how the faintest breath of suspicion with which a name could be coupled would fly over the five miles of territory where fashion reigns. she stopped before the glass, put her hand to her heart, and saw herself pale and trembling at the mere idea.

and yet to be loved! only for once in her life to know that she loved and was loved again, not by a man whom she could tolerate, but by one whom she could look up to and worship. not reverence--that was not the word; she reverenced kilsyth--but whose intellect she could respect, whose self she could worship. o, only for once in her life to experience that feeling which she had read so much about and heard so much of; to feel that she was loved heart and soul and body; loved with wild passion and calm devotion--for such a man as this was capable of both feelings simultaneously--loved for herself alone, independently of all advantages of state and position; loved by the most lovable man in the world; loved! the word itself was tabooed amongst the women with whom she lived, as being too strong and expressive. they 'liked' certain men in a calm, easy, laissez-aller kind of way at the height of their passion; then married them, with proper amount of bishop, bridesmaid, and wedding present, all duly celebrated in the fashionable journal; and then "gave up to parties what was meant for mankind." ah, the difference between such an existence and that passed as this man's wife! cheering him in his work, taking part in his worries, lightening his difficulties, always ready with a smiling face and bright eyes to welcome him home, and--jealous? not she! there would be no such feeling with her in such a case. jealous! and as the thought rose in her mind, simultaneously appeared the blue eyes and the golden hair of her stepdaughter.

that must be nipped in the bud at once! there was nothing on dr. wilmot's part--probably there might be nothing on either side; but sentimental friendship of that kind generally had atrociously bad results; and madeleine was a very impressionable girl, and now, as kilsyth had determined, was to be constantly thrown with wilmot, to be under his charge during her stay in london, and therefore likely to have all her thoughts and actions influenced by him. such a combination of circumstances would be necessary hazardous, and might be fatal, if prompt measures were not taken for disposing of madeleine previously. this could only be done by making ramsay caird declare himself. why that young man had never prospered in his suit was inexplicable to lady muriel; he was not so good-looking as poor stewart certainly--not one-tenth part so intense--having an excellent constitution, and looking at life through glasses of the most roseate hue; but madeleine was young and inexperienced and docile--at least comparatively docile even to lady muriel, who, as she knew perfectly well, possessed very little of the girl's love; and it was through her affection that she must be touched. who could touch her? not her father: he was too much devoted to her to enter into the matter; at least in the proper spirit. who else then? ah, lady muriel smiled as a happy thought passed through her mind. ronald, madeleine's brother,--he was the person to exercise influence in a right and proper way over his sister; and to him she would write at once.

that night the butler took two letters from the post-box in lady muriel's handwriting; one of them was addressed to ramsay caird, in george-street, edinburgh, and ran thus:

"kilsyth."

"my dear ramsay,--for reasons which i have already sufficiently explained to you, you will, i think, be disposed to admit that my interest in you and your career is unquestionable, and you will be ready to take any step which i may strongly urge upon you. in this conviction, i feel sure that you will unhesitatingly adopt the suggestion which i now make, and start for london at the very earliest opportunity. you will be surprised at this recommendation, and at the manner in which i press it; but, believe me, i do not act without much reflection, and without thorough conviction of the step i am taking, and which i am desirous you should take. i have so often talked the matter over with you, that there is no necessity for me to enter upon it now, even if there were no danger in my so doing. it will be sufficient to say that we all go to london in a week's time, and that it is specially desirable that you should be there at the same time; otherwise you may find the ground mined beneath your feet. when you arrive in town, i wish you to call upon captain kilsyth at knightsbridge barracks. you will find him particularly clear-headed, and thoroughly conversant with the ways of the world; and i should advise you to be guided by him in everything, but specially in the matter in question. let me have a line to say you are on the point of starting; and believe me

"your sincere friend,

"muriel kilsyth."

the other letter was addressed to "captain kilsyth; first life-guards, knightsbridge barracks, london."

"(confidential.)

kilsyth.

">my dear ronald,--you have heard from your father of madeleine's illness and convalescence. she is rapidly recovering her strength, and will be her old self physically very shortly.

"you smile as you see that the word 'physically' is underlined; but this is not, believe me, one of those 'unmeaning woman's dashes' which i have so often heard you unequivocally condemn. i underlined the word specially, because i think that madeleine's recovery will be, so far as she is concerned, physical, and physical only.

"not that i mean in the least that her reason has been affected, otherwise than it always is most transiently in the access of fever; but that i think that the occasion which you and i have so often talked of has come, and come in a most undeniable manner. in a word, madeleine has lost her heart, if i am not much mistaken, and lost it in a quarter where she herself, poor child, can hope for no return of her affection, and where, even if such return were possible, it would only bring misery on her, and him, and degradation to us all.

"we are coming to london at once, and therein lies simultaneously the danger to madeleine and my hope of rescuing her from it, principally through your aid. you will see that it is impossible to enter upon this subject at length in a letter; but i could not let you be in ignorance of what i know will possess an acute and painful interest for you. of course i have not hinted a word of this to your father, so that you will be equally reticent in any of your communications with him. you shall hear the day we expect to arrive in town, and i hope to see you in brook-street on the next morning.

"you will recollect all i said to you about ramsay caird. he will probably call on you very shortly after you receive this letter. bear in mind the cue i gave you, when we last parted, about this young man, and act up to it: he is a little weak, a little hesitating; but i am more convinced than ever of the advisability of pursuing the course i then indicated. god bless you!

"your affectionate

"m.k."