The most important in our opinion were: 

1.  That Colonel Clifford resumed his determination to marry Julia Clifford to Walter, and pooh-poohed Fitzroy entirely, declaring him to be five feet nothing, and therefore far below the military standard.

2.  That Hope rented a cottage of Walter about three hundred yards from the mine, and not upon the land that was leased to Bartley; that there was a long detached building hard by, which Walter divided for him, and turned into an office with a large window close to the ground, and a workshop with a doorway and an aperture for a window, but no window nor door.

3.  That Hope got more and more uneasy about the L20,000, and observed to Bartley that they must be robbing somebody of it without the excuse they once had.  He, for his part, would work to disgorge his share.  Bartley replied that the money would have gone to a convent if he had not saved it from so vile a fate.  This said the astute Bartley because one day Hope, who had his opinions on everything, inveighed against a convent, and said no private prisons ought to exist in a free country.  So Bartley’s ingenious statement stunned Hope for a minute, but did not satisfy his conscience.

4.  Hope went to London for a week, and Mary spent four days with her husband at a hotel near the lake; but not the one held by Mrs. Easton’s sister.  This change was by advice of Mrs. Easton.  On this occasion Mary played the woman.  She requested Walter to get her some orange blossoms, and she borrowed a diamond bracelet of Julia, and sat down to dinner with her husband in evening dress, and dazzled him with her lovely arms and bust, and her diamond bracelet and eyes that outshone it.  She seemed ever so much larger as well as lovelier, and Walter gazed at her with a sort of loving awe, and she smiled archly at him, and it was the first time she had really enjoyed her own beauty, or even troubled her head much about it.  They condensed a honey-moon into these four days, and came home compensated for their patience, and more devoted than ever.  But whilst they were away Colonel Clifford fired his attorney at Mr. Bartley, and when Mary came home, Bartley, who had lately connived at the love affair, told Mary this, and forbade her strictly to hold any more intercourse with Walter Clifford.

This was the state of things when “the hare with many friends,” and only one enemy, returned to his cottage late in the afternoon.  But before night everybody knew he had come home, and next morning they were all at him in due order.  No sooner was he seated in his workshop, studying the lines of a new machine he was trying to invent, than he was startled from intense thought into the attitude of Hogarth’s enraged musician by cries of “Mr. Hope!  Mr. Hope!  Mr. Hope!” and there was a little lot of eager applicants.  First a gypsy boy with long black curls and continuous genuflections, and a fiddle, and doleful complaints that he could not play it, and that it was the fiddle’s fault.