disappear; and that's more than I would say, if I were a King, and Fairthorn—a Bishop!"
After that extraordinary figure of speech, "Good nights" were somewhat hastily exchanged; and Fairthorn was left behind the curtain with feelings toward all his master's guests as little, it is to be hoped, like those of a Christian Bishop toward his fellow-creatures as they possibly could be.
CHAPTER VII.
"Domus et placens Uxor."
Fairthorn finds nothing placens in the Uxor, to whom Domus is indebted for its destruction.
Another day! Lionel is expected to arrive an hour or two after noon. Darrell is in his room—his will once more before him. He has drawn up a rough copy of the codicil by which Fawley is to pass away; and the name of Darrell be consigned to the care of grateful Learning, linked with prizes and fellow-ships—a public property—lost forever to private representatives of its sepulchered bearers. Preparations for departure from the doomed dwelling-house have begun. There are large boxes on the floor; and favorite volumes—chiefly in science or classics—lie piled beside them for selection.
What is really at the bottom of Guy Darrell's heart? Does he feel reconciled to his decision? Is the virtue of his new selfsacrifice in itself a consoling reward? Is that cordial urbanity, that cheerful kindness, by which he has been yet more endearing himself to his guests, sincere or assumed? As he throws aside his pen, and leans his cheek on his hand, the expression of his countenance may perhaps best answer those questions. It has more unmingled melancholy than was habitual to it before, even when in his gloomiest moods; but it is a melancholy much more soft and subdued; it is the melancholy of resignation—that of a man who has ceased a long struggle—paid his offering to the appeased Nemesis, in casting into the sea the thing that had been to him the dearest.
But in resignation, when complete, there is always a strange relief. Despite that melancholy, Darrell is less unhappy than he has been for years. He feels as if a suspense had passed—a load been lifted from his breast. After all, he has secured, to the best of his judgment, the happiness of the living, and in re-
