‘I was so surprised to meet you last night,’ at length he again observed.  ’I have made so many inquiries after you.  Our dear friend the Bishop was, I fear, almost wearied with my inquiries after Cherbury.  I know not how it was, I felt quite a pang when I heard that you had left it, and that all these years, when I have been conjuring up so many visions of what was passing under that dear roof, you were at Weymouth.’

‘Yes.  We were at Weymouth some time.’

’But do not you long to see Cherbury again?  I cannot tell you how I pant for it.  For my part, I have seen the world, and I have seen enough of it.  After all, the end of all our exertions is to be happy at home; that is the end of everything; don’t you think so?’

‘A happy home is certainly a great blessing,’ replied Lady Annabel; ‘and a rare one.’

‘But why should it be rare?’ inquired Lord Cadurcis.

‘It is our own fault,’ said Lady Annabel; ’our vanity drives us from our hearths.’

’But we soon return again, and calm and cooled.  For my part, I have no object in life but to settle down at the old abbey, and never to quit again our woods.  But I shall lead a dull life without my neighbours,’ he added, with a smile, and in a tone half-coaxing.

‘I suppose you never see Lord ——­ now?’ said Lady Annabel, mentioning his late guardian.  There was, as Cadurcis fancied, some sarcasm in the question, though not in the tone in which it was asked.

‘No, I never see him,’ his lordship answered firmly; ’we differ in our opinions, and I differ from him with regret; but I differ from a sense of duty, and therefore I have no alternative.’

‘The claims of duty are of course paramount,’ observed Lady Annabel.

‘You know my cousin?’ said Cadurcis, to turn the conversation.

’Yes, and I like him much; he appears to be a sensible, amiable person, of excellent principles.’

‘I am not bound to admire George’s principles,’ said Lord Cadurcis, gaily; ’but I respect them, because I know that they are conscientious.  I love George; he is my only relation, and he is my friend.’

’I trust he will always be your friend, for I think you will then, at least, know one person on whom you can depend.’

‘I believe it.  The friendships of the world are wind.’

‘I am surprised to hear you say so,’ said Lady Annabel.

‘Why, Lady Annabel?’

‘You have so many friends.’

Lord Cadurcis smiled.  ‘I wish,’ he said, after a little hesitation, ’if only for “Auld lang syne,” I might include Lady Annabel Herbert among them.’

’I do not think there is any basis for friendship between us, my lord,’ she said, very dryly.

‘The past must ever be with me,’ said Lord Cadurcis, ’and I should have thought a sure and solid one.’

’Our opinions on all subjects are so adverse, that I must believe that there could be no great sympathy in our feelings.’