Cadurcis proposed that they should ramble over the abbey, he talked of projected alterations, as if he really had the power immediately to effect them, and was desirous of obtaining their opinions before any change was made.  So they ascended the staircase which many years before Venetia had mounted for the first time with her mother, and entered that series of small and ill-furnished rooms in which Mrs. Cadurcis had principally resided, and which had undergone no change.  The old pictures were examined; these, all agreed, never must move; and the new furniture, it was settled, must be in character with the building.  Lady Annabel entered into all the details with an interest and animation which rather amused Dr. Masham.  Venetia listened and suggested, and responded to the frequent appeals of Cadurcis to her judgment with an unconscious equanimity not less diverting.

‘Now here we really can do something,’ said his lordship as they entered the saloon, or rather refectory; ’here I think we may effect wonders.  The tapestry must always remain.  Is it not magnificent, Venetia?  But what hangings shall we have?  We must keep the old chairs, I think.  Do you approve of the old chairs, Venetia?  And what shall we cover them with?  Shall it be damask?  What do you think, Venetia?  Do you like damask?  And what colour shall it be?  Shall it be crimson?  Shall it be crimson damask, Lady Annabel?  Do you think Venetia would like crimson damask?  Now, Venetia, do give us the benefit of your opinion.’

Then they entered the old gallery; here was to be a great transformation.  Marvels were to be effected in the old gallery, and many and multiplied were the appeals to the taste and fancy of Venetia.

‘I think,’ said Lord Cadurcis, ’I shall leave the gallery to be arranged when I am settled.  The rooms and the saloon shall be done at once, I shall give orders for them to begin instantly.  Whom do you recommend, Lady Annabel?  Do you think there is any person at Southport who could manage to do it, superintended by our taste?  Venetia, what do you think?’

Venetia was standing at the window, rather apart from her companions, looking at the old garden.  Lord Cadurcis joined her.  ’Ah! it has been sadly neglected since my poor mother’s time.  We could not do much in those days, but still she loved this garden.  I must depend upon you entirely to arrange my garden, Venetia.  This spot is sacred to you.  You have not forgotten our labours here, have you, Venetia?  Ah! those were happy days, and these shall be more happy still.  This is your garden; it shall always be called Venetia’s garden.’

‘I would have taken care of it when you were away, but—­’

‘But what?’ inquired Lord Cadurcis anxiously.

‘We hardly felt authorised,’ replied Venetia calmly.  ’We came at first when you left Cadurcis, but at last it did not seem that our presence was very acceptable.’

‘The brutes!’ exclaimed Lord Cadurcis.