So when men talked of Lady Dunstanwolde ’twas not unnatural that, this story having been bruited about, they should talk also of Jack Oxon, and since they talked to each other, the rumour reached feminine ears which pricked themselves at once; and when my lord Duke of Osmonde came to town and went into the world, he also heard discussions of Sir John Oxon.  This gentleman who had been missing in the World of Fashion had reappeared, and ’twas believed had returned to life to try his fortunes with my Lady Dunstanwolde.  And ’twas well known indeed that he had been the first lover she had known, for the elderly country roisterers had been naught but her playmates and her father’s boon companions, and Sir John had appeared at the famous birthnight supper and had been the only town man who had ever seen her in her male attire, and was among those who toasted her when she returned to the banquet-room splendid in crimson and gold, and ordered all to fall upon their knees before her; and Sir John—­(he was then in the heyday of his beauty and success) had gone mad with love for her, and ’twas believed that she had returned his passion, as any girl well might, though she was so proud-spirited a creature that none could be quite sure.  At least ’twas known that he had laid seige to her, and for near two years had gone often to the country, and many had seen him gaze at her in company when his passion was writ plain in his blue eyes.  Suddenly, on his reappearance, since he for some unknown reason wore the look of a man whose fortunes might have changed for the better, there were those among whom the tide took a turn somewhat in Sir John’s favour.  ’Twas even suggested by a woman of fashion, given somewhat to romance, that perhaps the poor man had fallen into evil ways and lost his good looks and elegant air through thwarted passion, and ’twas thought indeed a touching thing that at the first gleam of hope he should emerge from his retirement almost restored in spirit and bloom.

The occupants of coaches and chairs passing before the entrance to Osmonde House, which was a great mansion situated in a garden, noted but a few days after the world had heard her ladyship was in town, that his Grace had returned also.  Lacqueys stood about the entrance, and the Osmonde liveries were to be seen going to and fro in the streets, the Duke was observed to drive to Kensington and back, and to St. James’s, and the House of Parliament, and it was known was given audience by the Queen upon certain secret matters of State.  ’Twas indeed at this time that the changes were taking place in her Majesty’s councils, and his anticipation of a ministerial revolution had so emboldened King Louis that he had ventured to make private overtures to the royal lady’s confidential advisers.  “What we lose in Flanders we shall gain in England,” Marlborough’s French enemy, Torcy, had said.  And between the anger and murmurs of a people who had turned to rend a whilom idol, the intrigues and