The pack was long since gone, but Caro paid no heed-throwing herself flat along the black colt's neck, the reins loosed as tho' she wished to be run away with, she gave the horse its head-and galloped straight at the first stile.

"She'll break her neck," Lady Oxford said grimly; and I was surprized to find no hint of satisfaction in her voice.

"Not Caro," Mona replied. "She has hunted her whole life with the Duke of Devonshire-I am sure there is nothing she will not throw her heart over."

And indeed, the black colt had carried her safely beyond the first three obstacles in the course; to my amazement, the gap between Caro and the rest of the field was shortening.

"That's a devilish fine horse," I heard Sir John call out from beside Mrs. Alleyn's curricle; "what do you say, Hodge, to a side bet on the black colt?"

"Ten pounds on Lady Caroline to place!" Hodge replied.

And all around us, a feverish spate of betting commenced, with gentlemen hastening towards the little knot of men whose employment it was to record such wagers, and tally the winnings.

Fragments of intelligence drifted over our heads...one horse was down on the far side of the course, beyond our view; Lord Wyncourt's had refused a hedge. There was no word of China Trade.

"How much to see the lady thrown?" a random voice called from the crowd; and a guffaw went up amidst the more vulgar members.

Three horses were rounding the final curve in the course. A last fence remained, with a broken trunk beyond it-as deadly and as frightening a jump as any I had ever witnessed. One head rose up, shoulders bunched and forelegs dangling-the neat little mare with the long neck. Her mount was clinging like a monkey to her back, a diminutive fellow in the Earl of Swithin's colours. As I watched, her body seemed to extend-to soar-and both fence and twisted mesh of fallen tree branches were behind her. A cheer went up as the mare laid back her ears, extended her head, and flew for home.

And behind her- The black colt, with Lady Caroline's Prussian blue train lying like a flag along its back.

She was perfectly positioned as her mount took the final fence, her frail figure aligned with the horse's as it leapt; and there was no doubt of the heedless courage in every fibre of both creatures' beings. I had no doubt they moved, in that instant, as one; which made the horrendous destruction that followed almost incomprehensible. The colt cleared the fence, but sailed just short of the vicious trunk; his hind legs caught in a tree limb; the horse staggered, fell forward on its knees, and somersaulted-with Caro Lamb going straight over its neck.

A moan of horror went up from our a.s.sembled crowd; and for an instant, all breath and movement was suspended. I saw, as in a dream, China Trade swirl across the finish; saw her jockey pull up his heaving mount in expectation of universal acclaim-and watched, as horror freed its grip, the first of the gentlemen bolt past the victorious mare in the direction of the insensible lady lying p.r.o.ne on the ground.

"As I observed," Lady Oxford said drily, "the wretched fool has broken her neck. How in G.o.d's name are we to explain it to William Lamb?"

Desdemona made as if to descend from her carriage, but her husband's hand on her wrist stopped her.

"Stay," he said. "I shall go. You can do nothing there."

The black colt had scrambled to its feet but stood all of a huddle, head hanging, one back leg pulled up as tho' in agony. Several gentlemen had reached Lady Caroline, and knelt about her; one of them called, in an agitated accent, "She breathes!"

"Praise G.o.d," Lady Oxford murmured; and again, I was startled at her charity.

A crack, as of a pistol shot, rang out-and I saw to my horror the beautiful black colt crumple to the ground, with a shudder as profound as thunder-a ruin to Lady Caroline's whims. It was the starter's pistol that had done it; and a gentleman stood a moment over the pitiable creature, staring at its n.o.ble head, pistol dangling, before turning away.

"I suppose the hind leg was broken in the tree," Lady Oxford said with a slight catch in her voice. "I cannot bear to see it-a hunter of mine went in just such a way, some years since, when I rode with the Quorn.20 G.o.d forgive us for the way we use our beasts." G.o.d forgive us for the way we use our beasts."

"I hope He may find it in His heart to forgive Lady Caroline, at least," I murmured. "She drove that colt to its destruction."

Lady Oxford was silent a moment. "I have often thought it is herself herself she wishes to destroy. But until that day-Caro will be content to smash everything near her," she said. she wishes to destroy. But until that day-Caro will be content to smash everything near her," she said.

20 The Quorn Hunt, founded in 1696 by Mr. Thomas Boothby of Tooley Park, Leicestershire, is still in existence today. It was considered one of the most rigorous, demanding, and exciting of the hunts of Jane Austen's time, and to be invited to ride with its members conferred considerable prestige. It takes its name from the village of Quorn, where the pack was kenneled from 1753 to 1904.- The Quorn Hunt, founded in 1696 by Mr. Thomas Boothby of Tooley Park, Leicestershire, is still in existence today. It was considered one of the most rigorous, demanding, and exciting of the hunts of Jane Austen's time, and to be invited to ride with its members conferred considerable prestige. It takes its name from the village of Quorn, where the pack was kenneled from 1753 to 1904.-Editor's note.

CHAPTER TWENTY

The Green-Eyed Monster WEDNESDAY, 12 MAY 1813 1813.

BRIGHTON, CONT.

I MAY BE FORGIVEN IF MAY BE FORGIVEN IF I I CONFESS THAT AFTER SO EXHAUSTING CONFESS THAT AFTER SO EXHAUSTING a day, replete with inquests, seductive poets, duelling a day, replete with inquests, seductive poets, duelling inamoratas inamoratas, and suicidal races, I looked for nothing more engaging than an early dinner and an inviting bed. First, however, I was required to witness Lady Caroline Lamb's retirement from the field-sensible at last, and carried aloft on a hurdle, with her riding habit trailing to the ground like a heroine out of Shakespeare.

I must observe, as an aside, that I am forever put in mind of the stage stage when I am treated to one of Caro Lamb's scenes; and I am hardly alone in this. Her life is lived on so dramatic a plane that the theatre cannot be far from one's thoughts. This reflection leads me inevitably to another: Does the air of High Tragedy persist, even when the lady is entirely alone, and playing only to her mirror? when I am treated to one of Caro Lamb's scenes; and I am hardly alone in this. Her life is lived on so dramatic a plane that the theatre cannot be far from one's thoughts. This reflection leads me inevitably to another: Does the air of High Tragedy persist, even when the lady is entirely alone, and playing only to her mirror?

I should like a private interview with Lady Caroline-she betrayed herself as so completely in possession of the history of Catherine Twining, when she chose to spar with Lady Oxford, that I imagine she gained rather more of the child's confidence than she admitted at the inquest. It is even possible she might say more of her parting parting from Catherine-the exact hour and circ.u.mstance that left the poor girl without escort home to Church Street-if properly managed. from Catherine-the exact hour and circ.u.mstance that left the poor girl without escort home to Church Street-if properly managed.

And what, I wonder, is the significance of the name Leila Leila? We two shall have much to discuss, once Caro's shattered frame is on the mend.

I say shattered, but in truth she broke no bones, being but shaken to her core. The ground dealt a shocking blow to the head; she took leave of her senses; and was less than coherent for several hours after, according to general report. Lord Wyncourt-whose horse had come to grief without the necessity of being shot-was kind enough to bear Caro Lamb back to the Pavilion in his laudaulet; and it was from his words the intelligence soon emanated the length and breadth of Brighton, which had seen nothing to equal her ladyship's display since the Regent had grown too fat to gallop over the Downs.

I shudder to think what must have been Caro's reception, once the news of the black colt's end was received at the Pavilion. The Regent's love for his horses is everywhere known-and is said to exceed even his love of women. His Royal Highness cannot, in good conscience, despatch an injured lady post-haste back to London, even were the magistrate to allow it; but it is certain that Caro Lamb is in disgrace, and shall be barred from the stables so long as she remains in the town.

"What a race, eh, Jane?" my brother crowed as Mona backed and turned her phaeton in preparation for quitting the meeting-ground. Henry was standing with deceptive insouciance beside China Trade, as tho' he had been an intimate of Lord Swithin's this age, a privileged friend and sporting companion.

How Eliza should have loved the picturesque! I thought with a pang. And almost forgave her betrayal.

The sprightly mare's bay coat was darkened with sweat, but she appeared to regard the exertion so little, as to be ready to try a second round of the course. The Earl's countenance had regained its colour, and he met a hail of felicitations from the gentlemen whose wagers he had justified, with becoming relish.

The ladies of the party, I may disclose, accomplished the return to Brighton in subdued spirits. Desdemona was disposed to exclaim about Caro Lamb and her mad behaviour, and I might have seconded her observations with praise of the Earl's game little jumper, had not Lady Oxford's demeanour silenced us both. Her ladyship was lost in distraction, and that the tendency of her thoughts ran to Lord Byron, and all that Lady Caroline had disclosed, was revealed by her asking abruptly, "Does George truly truly mean to dine with you tonight, Mona, or is that but a falsehood as well?" mean to dine with you tonight, Mona, or is that but a falsehood as well?"

Desdemona shot me a sidelong look-I was wedged between the two Countesses-and said diffidently, "I depend upon his appearance, as he accepted the invitation with alacrity only this afternoon. He was most solicitous for your welfare, Jane, I a.s.sure you-being well aware that the Regent is no great favourite of yours, and that it is His Royal Highness who sets the tone of Society in Brighton. Byron had no wish to see you come to hammer-and-tongs with Prinny over Princess Caroline."

"-He did not wish to see me snubbed snubbed, you mean," Lady Oxford returned. "It would never do for the acknowledged maitresse maitresse of so celebrated a poet, to receive the cut direct from all Brighton. Pray speak plainly, Mona. Does he dread my coming?" of so celebrated a poet, to receive the cut direct from all Brighton. Pray speak plainly, Mona. Does he dread my coming?"

"What?" her ladyship exclaimed, as tho' outraged. "George, dread dread to see the lady nearest his heart? Do not be a goosecap, my dear! You cut your Wisdoms too long ago!" to see the lady nearest his heart? Do not be a goosecap, my dear! You cut your Wisdoms too long ago!"

It was perhaps unfortunate that Mona should have invoked Lady Oxford's age age, at such a moment, when her friend required only rea.s.surance; it was done entirely without malice, however, as the unfortunate adoption of cant expressions usually is-with frequent disastrous effect.

"Yes, I'm rather more than seven," her ladyship observed acidly; and to my horror, she began to weep. Mona, on my left hand, was entirely unaware of the distress she had caused. Tears streamed silently down Lady Oxford's cheeks, trailing through the powder and rouge her ladyship employed-which can only have served as salt in her wounds. I drew a clean handkerchief from my reticule and wordlessly offered it. Lady Oxford mopped delicately at her face.

"I have known Caroline Lamb long enough to declare that while she is an accomplished little liar, she rarely tries it on in publick," she told us. "Every word she uttered today, whether in a whisper or a screech, was potently true, was it not, Mona?"

"I could not undertake to say," stammered the Countess of Swithin. "Certainly as regards the more intimate intimate of her barbs, I cannot be allowed to have an opinion." of her barbs, I cannot be allowed to have an opinion."

Lady Oxford made a dismissive gesture with her hand; my black-hemmed square of lawn fluttered away behind the dashing phaeton. "But the gist of it, Mona: Byron was in love with the girl?-This Twining chit? And has been deceiving me liberally the whole spring long? When I believed him besotted- besotted-"

The Countess of Swithin was silent an instant, as tho' marshalling her arguments. I may say that despite the necessity of preserving her wits and temper in the face of her friend's turbulent spirits, she continued to drive her demanding team to the very inch inch, for which I was no end grateful.

"Who can tell what George Gordon truly feels in that place he claims for a heart?" she declared at last. "Never having penetrated it, my dear, I should not attempt to say. Certainly he conceived a pa.s.sion for Catherine Twining-but whether as a man man, or a poet inspired by a particular muse muse, who knows? The girl was the merest child! And he has always always been enslaved by ladies of more...experience...and...and been enslaved by ladies of more...experience...and...and maturity maturity...as you know. Such innocence as Catherine displayed could not have captivated him long."

Lady Oxford drew a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. She ought to have been rea.s.sured by her friend's words, but her face was become a mask, distracted and anxious; Desdemona had only increased her misery.

"With those of Byron's stamp," her ladyship persisted, "it must be enough to figure in his imagination; one can never hope to possess it solely, as one might with a lesser Genius. You have been Aspasia, your little daughter has been Ianthe-must you strive to be his Leila too?"

There it was, again: that haunting name, so evocative of climes far from England's sh.o.r.es. Caro Lamb had caught it; from Byron himself-or Catherine Twining?

"It was Caro who named me thus, not Byron," Lady Oxford said, reverting to the first part of Mona's sentence. "Aspasia-for Socrates' wise mistress. We used to meet so often, in past years, to talk over the latest radical ideas-there is a wild Genius, when all is said, to Caro's understanding. Mad she may be, untamed her heart shall always be-but there is nothing deficient in her intellect. Indeed, there are few women I should prefer to meet, had this unfortunate break not come between us."

She spoke as tho' the break had not been of her making-and yet, I thought with amazement bordering on revulsion, there had been a choice choice when she succ.u.mbed to Byron's ardour. Lady Oxford had certainly known of Caro Lamb's amorous history-that lady had made a gift of every detail to her entire world. But Jane Harley had deliberately taken as her lover the man who had discarded her dear friend. That both ladies were married already was of the slightest consequence, it seemed. when she succ.u.mbed to Byron's ardour. Lady Oxford had certainly known of Caro Lamb's amorous history-that lady had made a gift of every detail to her entire world. But Jane Harley had deliberately taken as her lover the man who had discarded her dear friend. That both ladies were married already was of the slightest consequence, it seemed.

Aspasia, indeed!

I should never become accustomed to the casual betrayals that served as bread-and-b.u.t.ter to the haut ton haut ton.

THE C COUNTESS OF S SWITHIN SEEMED LESS INCLINED TO AN intimate dinner with Lady Oxford, now that her friend was decidedly blue-deviled, and was most pressing in her invitation to both Henry and me to swell their family party. But I pled weariness, and remained firm in declining all frivolity. As I stepped down from the phaeton before the Castle's door, and walked round to Mona's side to curtsey my thanks, she leaned from her seat and muttered, "I shall urge the Countess to trust you intimate dinner with Lady Oxford, now that her friend was decidedly blue-deviled, and was most pressing in her invitation to both Henry and me to swell their family party. But I pled weariness, and remained firm in declining all frivolity. As I stepped down from the phaeton before the Castle's door, and walked round to Mona's side to curtsey my thanks, she leaned from her seat and muttered, "I shall urge the Countess to trust you entirely entirely, dearest Jane, with references to my brother Kinsfell, and your perspicacity on numerous occasions-indeed, it should be enough to mention my uncle Trowbridge's regard, for they were as intimate as two peas in a pod, you know. I shall write to you on the morrow-provided my friend is not taken up for the murder of Lord Byron in the interval-"

With a roguish smile and a flick of her whip, she left me to turn slowly into the comparative peace of the inn, in search of my comfortable dinner-which was fated to be discomposed by fruitless pondering of the terms intimate intimate and and peas in a pod peas in a pod.

Had Lord Harold, too, been Lady Oxford's slave? What had he he called her-Aspasia, Ianthe, or simply called her-Aspasia, Ianthe, or simply Jane Jane?

I was unaccountably brusque with Henry throughout the evening.

--- "BY THE BY, JANE," HE SAID AS THE GUINEA FOWL HE SAID AS THE GUINEA FOWL, TURBOT TURBOT, radishes, and shrimps were removed, and a dish of pears in jellied wine and a syllabub were set before us, along with half a local cheese-"you have not asked me one word word about my conversation with Scrope Davies. I thought you intended for me to pump the fellow!" about my conversation with Scrope Davies. I thought you intended for me to pump the fellow!"

As the better part of Henry's conversation had concerned horses during dinner-the various points of those in the field, and those capable of completely outshining it, that had scratched at the last moment due to strained hocks, or other vagaries of Fortune; the obscure genealogy of Lord Wyncourt's colt, which was said to require a fomenting of the knees fomenting of the knees as a result of its fall; the practices pursued by the Earl of Swithin on his estates in Ireland, where the bay mare had been bred; and the general outcome of the betting-I found this declaration self-serving, if not openly unjust. as a result of its fall; the practices pursued by the Earl of Swithin on his estates in Ireland, where the bay mare had been bred; and the general outcome of the betting-I found this declaration self-serving, if not openly unjust.

I stabbed the cheese with a spoon. "I should like to hear what you thought of the gentleman."

"Oh! As to that-he's an excellent fellow! Highly intelligent, with an air of Fashion, and unfailingly good ton ton. I could wish him rather more plump in the pocket-he ought to bag an heiress one of these days, but the mammas are all against him, smelling the fortune-hunter. It is a sad thing when a man of no particular profession sets up as a Dandy-without he carries a t.i.tle, or the expectation of an inheritance, the Polite World is apt to look askance. However, there is nothing to quarrel with in the tying of Davies's cravat, or the set of his coat; he moves in the first circles, and if he does does play too deep at ba.s.set, I am sure it is no affair of mine. He banks with Coutts." play too deep at ba.s.set, I am sure it is no affair of mine. He banks with Coutts."

"Henry," I said with a commendable effort at controlling my temper, "did Eliza never tell you that you are the most infuriating Henry Henry in all the world?" in all the world?"

"Eliza doted on me, as well she ought." He tossed a grape in the air and caught it between his teeth, as tho' he had been yet a boy; and it occurred to me that he must have placed a good deal of money on the bay mare, for his spirits verged on the giddy.

"Out with it," I commanded. "How much did you win?"

"Seven hundred guineas."

I sat back in my chair, astounded. Such a princely sum should never have entered my head-and the betting surely had not argued such ma.s.sive winnings-the bay mare was the clear favourite stepping out of the post- "You bet against against Caro Lamb," I said. "Didn't you?" Caro Lamb," I said. "Didn't you?"

"Having seen that lady come to grief on the shingle, did you expect me to back her on the turf?" he retorted drily. "For all I could judge, her ladyship was likely to ride ride as poorly as she as poorly as she swam swam. It was a close-run thing, of course-the colt very nearly nearly cleared that final jump, and had Lady Caroline placed, it should have been bellows to mend with me....May I offer you a grape, Jane?" cleared that final jump, and had Lady Caroline placed, it should have been bellows to mend with me....May I offer you a grape, Jane?"

I will never underestimate the reckless disregard of bankers.

I shook my head, and concentrated on consuming a bite of cheese.

"Very well," I said. "On the strength of seven hundred guineas, I have no compunction in demanding that you sing for your supper-and frank me in a new gown I shall order tomorrow at a modiste's I fancy in North Street. I regard myself as entirely responsible for Caro's queer freaks, merely from having overlistened her speeches to Lady Oxford. Without myself as audience, she should hardly have performed to such a height-or been moved to plunge into the field, from a fevered desire for further applause." frank me in a new gown I shall order tomorrow at a modiste's I fancy in North Street. I regard myself as entirely responsible for Caro's queer freaks, merely from having overlistened her speeches to Lady Oxford. Without myself as audience, she should hardly have performed to such a height-or been moved to plunge into the field, from a fevered desire for further applause."

"Done," my brother said. "What would you have me sing?"

"Your opinion of Scrope Davies. And I do not mean of his cravat, cravat," I added. "The Twinings' butler would have it that Davies was acquainted with the family-that it was he, in fact, who made his friend Byron known to Miss Twining."

"Did he, tho'?" Henry returned, with an air of surprize. "That is devilish odd odd, Jane. I'd have sworn he carried a tendre tendre for the young lady himself." for the young lady himself."

I studied my brother. The elation natural to a gentleman who has raped Fortune of so grand a sum as seven hundred guineas seven hundred guineas had been heightened by the liberal resort to an excellent French claret, which had been followed with applications of a mellow Port; and it was obvious that my brother was rather had been heightened by the liberal resort to an excellent French claret, which had been followed with applications of a mellow Port; and it was obvious that my brother was rather well to live well to live, as the saying goes. I had not seen him so jubilant since Eliza's illness first clenched its talons all too palpably in her breast, some ten months ago. I love Henry so well-he is, not even excepting Frank, the dearest dearest of my brothers, as being the most aligned in temperament to myself-that I revelled in this resurgence of his native jubilance; and indeed, found that my own megrims were entirely banished, at the sight of Henry's high colour and dancing looks. of my brothers, as being the most aligned in temperament to myself-that I revelled in this resurgence of his native jubilance; and indeed, found that my own megrims were entirely banished, at the sight of Henry's high colour and dancing looks.

"Go on," I said.

Henry threw down his napkin and rocked backwards on his chair, the picture of happy surfeit.

"It was obvious you required an interval to examine his drunken lordship," he began, "so I made it my business to entertain Mr. Davies. I commenced with the usual gambit-felicitations all round on the happy outcome of the inquest, and the undoubted part Mr. Davies's own evidence had played-but I found him unreceptive. Throughout the quarter-hour in which we spoke-or I spoke I spoke, rather, for the exertion was almost entirely on my side-the gentleman was decidedly ill-at-ease."

My interest sharpened. "From what cause?"

"Divided attention. He was engrossed in overlistening your your conversation with Lord Byron, and at first I a.s.sumed he did so from an anxiety to protect his inebriated friend. However, I swiftly concluded he was consumed with a desire to know the conversation with Lord Byron, and at first I a.s.sumed he did so from an anxiety to protect his inebriated friend. However, I swiftly concluded he was consumed with a desire to know the gentleman's gentleman's sentiments, not your own, and was more nearly attending to Byron's words than mine. Indeed, I was forced to enquire sentiments, not your own, and was more nearly attending to Byron's words than mine. Indeed, I was forced to enquire thrice thrice whether he meant to visit the racing-ground this afternoon, before receiving less than a distracted answer." whether he meant to visit the racing-ground this afternoon, before receiving less than a distracted answer."

"He groaned, I recollect, and clutched his face with his hands, at something Byron said."

"Quite right," Henry replied. "But I have no notion of the subject; my ears are less acute, it would seem, than Davies's."

"The poet was describing his intention, once happily in possession of Miss Twining's notice in that closed carriage he employed for abduction," I said drily. "He was attempting to frame the spur to his pa.s.sion, as I recall. Her face, her figure, her soft voice were incitement to anything you might imagine-and I should never be proof against their charms!- Her face, her figure, her soft voice were incitement to anything you might imagine-and I should never be proof against their charms!-Or that was the burden of his periods; he's much given to windy declarations, fairly besotted with his own words. He might as well have said: I wanted to tear her clothes from her body and have her right there against the squabs I wanted to tear her clothes from her body and have her right there against the squabs, and be done with it. I wonder why he did not?-Have her, I mean, not talk talk about it?" about it?"

If the image of Byron in the throes of pa.s.sion caused my skin to tingle, I did not share the fact with Henry.

"I should imagine Mr. Davies is asking himself the same thing. As well as why he wastes his friendship on such a blackguard as Byron-the fellow's tendencies are vile." Henry leaned across the table conspiratorially. "I suspect that the idea of Miss Twining's embarra.s.sment has weighed heavily on Davies's mind ever since the attempt at abduction was made. Perceiving his distress, I made so bold as to offer my condolences on the sad loss of his young neighbour. Davies stared at me in starkest misery. 'Neighbour?' quoth he. 'You may call her such, if you wish; for it is true I took this house for the Season merely to observe her beauty. To meet with Miss Twining in the street by chance was unlooked-for happiness; to hear her voice, a benediction. To know that such a perfect flower is cut down, in the midst of her blooming...' and then he was overcome, and could not go on."

"You fascinate me, Henry."

My brother's countenance turned sombre. "Consider of it, Jane. How the man must be tortured tortured. If indeed Davies loved loved Catherine Twining-took a house in Church Street on purpose to meet with her at every opportunity-" Catherine Twining-took a house in Church Street on purpose to meet with her at every opportunity-"

"Only to have Byron descend upon him within days of Catherine's return from her Bath seminary, and demand an introduction-"

"-and watch, powerless, as the greatest rake in England pursued his perfect flower- perfect flower-"

"-and presumed so much upon friendship, as to make Davies his accomplice accomplice in Catherine's ruin-" in Catherine's ruin-"

"-used Davies's lodgings as a base for his amorous interludes, and made him privy to his lewdest schemes, not excepting the foiled attempt at abduction-"

"And capped all, by naming his friend friend as chief witness to his movements and character, on the night Davies's love was murdered!" as chief witness to his movements and character, on the night Davies's love was murdered!"

I sat back, all animation fled. "What a dreadfully sordid sordid little tale it is, Henry." little tale it is, Henry."

"Yes," my brother agreed, "and all the more pitiable, from Davies's apparent devotion to the girl. The fellow is suffering all the torments of grief, Jane-I'd swear swear to the fact, from having known that abyss myself." to the fact, from having known that abyss myself."

There was a little pause; I had not expected Henry to invoke his loss-indeed, I had been watching him determinedly outrun outrun it these several days past. At length, my brother resumed, with suppressed violence: "Whether he believes his friend to be innocent or no, I wonder Davies can bear to admit Byron into his drawing-room-or tolerate a word the fellow says!" it these several days past. At length, my brother resumed, with suppressed violence: "Whether he believes his friend to be innocent or no, I wonder Davies can bear to admit Byron into his drawing-room-or tolerate a word the fellow says!"

Unlike Henry, I could comprehend how impossible it might be to thwart Byron's will. But I was revolving the curious code of friendship and honour that obtained among gentlemen who had known one another since their schooldays. Scrope Davies had served as witness to Byron's movements-but so, too, had Byron served as Davies's Davies's. We had no independent witness to attest that Davies cooled his heels in the publick room at the Arms, while the valet packed Byron's traps and his lordship settled accounts with the publican. What if Davies, that Tulip of Fashion, had required a restorative breath of air after the heat of the a.s.sembly Rooms-and taken a turn upon the shingle?-And there met the adored object of all his phantasies, Byron's Leila, Catherine Twining?

I had an idea of a drowned sylph, with the marks of violence about her neck-whose only crime was to have been too well loved too well loved. At what point did pa.s.sion for a woman prove weaker than a murderous jealousy, of the kind Oth.e.l.lo had known?