Bartley drew back, that the girl might not see him, and held up his finger.  Hope gave a slight nod of acquiescence, and spoke no more.  Bartley invited him to take an early dinner, and talk business.  Before he left he saw his child more than once; indeed, Bartley paraded her accomplishments.  She played the piano to Hope; she rode her little Shetland pony for Hope; she danced a minuet with singular grace for so young a girl; she conversed with her governess in French, or something very like it, and she worked a little sewing-machine, all to please the strange gentleman; and whatever she was asked to do she did with a winning smile, and without a particle of false modesty, or the real egotism which is at the bottom of false modesty.

Anybody who knew William Hope intimately might almost recognize his daughter in this versatile little mind with its faculty of learning so many dissimilar things.

Hope left for the Continent with a proud heart, a joyful heart, and a sore heart.  She was lovely, she was healthy, she was happy, she was accomplished, but she was his no longer, not even in name; her love was being gained by a stranger, and there was a barrier of iron, as well as the English Channel, between William Hope and his own Mary Bartley.

It would weary the reader were we to detail the small events bearing on the part of the story which took place during the next five years.  They might be summed up thus:  That William Hope got a peep at his daughter now and then; and, making a series of subtle experiments by varying his voice as much as possible, confused and nullified her memory of that voice to all appearance.  In due course, however, father and daughter were brought into natural contact by the last thing that seemed likely to do it, viz., by Bartley’s avarice.  Bartley’s legitimate business at home and abroad could now run alone.  So he invited Hope to England to guide him in what he loved better than steady business, viz., speculation.  The truth is, Bartley could execute, but had few original ideas.  Hope had plenty, and sound ones, though not common ones.  Hope directed the purchase of convertible securities on this principle:  Select good ones; avoid time bargains, which introduce a distinct element of risk; and buy largely at every panic not founded on a permanent reason or out of proportion.  Example:  A great district bank broke.  The shares of a great district railway went down thirty per cent.  Hope bade his employer and pupil observe that this was rank delusion, the dividends of the railway were not lowered one per cent. by the failure of that bank, nor could they be:  the shareholders of the bank had shares in the railway, and were compelled to force them on the market; hence the fall in the shares.  “But,” said Hope, “those depreciated shares are now in the hands of men who can hold them, and will, too, until they return from this ridiculous 85 to their normal value, which is from 105 to 115.  Invest every shilling you have got; I shall.”  Bartley invested L30,000, and cleared twenty per cent. in three months.