PERSONS OF THE STORY

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      Women:

      Lady Lydiard (Widow of Lord Lydiard)

      Isabel Miller (her Adopted Daughter)

      Miss Pink (of South Morden)

      The Hon. Mrs. Drumblade (Sister to the Hon. A. Hardyman)

      Men

      The Hon. Alfred Hardyman (of the Stud Farm)

      Mr. Felix Sweetsir (Lady Lydiard’s Nephew)

      Robert Moody (Lady Lydiard’s Steward)

      Mr. Troy (Lady Lydiard’s Lawyer)

      Old Sharon (in the Byways of Legal Bohemia)

      Animal

      Tommie (Lady Lydiard’s Dog)

PART THE FIRST.

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THE DISAPPEARANCE.

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CHAPTER I.

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      OLD Lady Lydiard sat meditating by the fireside, with three letters lying open on her lap.

      Time had discolored the paper, and had turned the ink to a brownish hue. The letters were all addressed to the same person—“THE RT. HON. LORD LYDIARD”—and were all signed in the same way—“Your affectionate cousin, James Tollmidge.” Judged by these specimens of his correspondence, Mr. Tollmidge must have possessed one great merit as a letter-writer—the merit of brevity. He will weary nobody’s patience, if he is allowed to have a hearing. Let him, therefore, be permitted, in his own high-flown way, to speak for himself.

      First Letter.—“My statement, as your Lordship requests, shall be short and to the point. I was doing very well as a portrait-painter in the country; and I had a wife and children to consider. Under the circumstances, if I had been left to decide for myself, I should certainly have waited until I had saved a little money before I ventured on the serious expense of taking a house and studio at the west end of London. Your Lordship, I positively declare, encouraged me to try the experiment without waiting. And here I am, unknown and unemployed, a helpless artist lost in London—with a sick wife and hungry children, and bankruptcy staring me in the face. On whose shoulders does this dreadful responsibility rest? On your Lordship’s!”

      Second Letter.—“After a week’s delay, you favor me, my Lord, with a curt reply. I can be equally curt on my side. I indignantly deny that I or my wife ever presumed to see your Lordship’s name as a means of recommendation to sitters without your permission. Some enemy has slandered us. I claim as my right to know the name of that enemy.”

      Third (and last) Letter.—“Another week has passed—and not a word of answer has reached me from your Lordship. It matters little. I have employed the interval