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Patch himself up he must。 But how？ He had tried the tables； but luck was against him； he made a desperate venture upon the turf； a grand /coup/ that would have set him on his legs for some time； but the venture turned out the wrong way； and Sir Francis was a defaulter。 He began then to think there was nothing for it but to drop into some nice government nest； where； as I have told you； there would be plenty to get and nothing to do。 Any place with much to do would not suit him； or he it； he was too empty…headed for work requiring talent； you may have remarked that a man given to Sir Francis Levison's pursuits generally is。
He dropped into something good； or that promised goodnothing less than the secretaryship to Lord Headthelot； who swayed the ministers in the upper House。 But that he was a connection of Lord Headthelot's he never would have obtained it； and very dubiously the minister consented to try him。 Of course a condition was； that he should enter parliament the first opportunity； his vote to be at the disposal of the ministryrather a shaky ministryand supposed； by some； to be on its last legs。 And this brings us to the present time。
In a handsome drawing…room in Eaton Square； one sunny afternoon； sat a lady； young and handsome。 Her eyes were of violet blue； her hair was auburn； her complexion delicate； but there was a stern look of anger； amounting to sullenness； on her well…formed features； and her pretty foot was beating the carpet in passionate impatience。 It was Lady Levison。
The doings of the past had been coming home to her for some time now past doings； be they good or be they ill； are sure to come home； one day or another； and bring their fruits with them。
In the years pastmany years past nowFrancis Levison had lost his heartor whatever the thing might be that； with him； did duty for one to Blanche Challoner。 He had despised her once to Lady Isabelas Lord Thomas says in the old ballad； but that was done to suit his own purpose； for he had never； at any period； cared for Lady Isabel as he had cared for Blanche。 He gained her affection in secretthey engaged themselves to each other。 Blanche's sister； Lydia Challoner； two years older than herself suspected it； and taxed Blanche with it。 Blanche； true to her compact of keeping it a secret； denied it with many protestations。 〃/She/ did not care for Captain Levison； rather disliked him； in fact。〃 〃So much the better；〃 was Miss Challoner's reply； for she had no respect for Captain Levison； and deemed him an unlikely man to marry。
Years went on； and poor； unhappy Blanche Challoner remained faithful to her love。
He played fast and loose with herprofessing attachment for her in secret； and visiting at the house； perhaps he feared an outbreak from her； an exposure that might be anything but pleasant； did he throw off all relations between them。 Blanche summoned up her courage and spoke to him； urging the marriage； she had not yet glanced at the fear that his intention of marrying her； had he ever possessed such； was over。 Bad men are always cowards。 Sir Francis shrank from an explanation； and so far forgot honor as to murmur some indistinct promise that the wedding should be speedy。
Lydia Challoner had married； and been left a widow； well off。 She was Mrs。 Waring； and at her house resided Blanche。 For the girls were orphans。 Blanche was beginning to show symptoms of her nearly thirty years； not the years； but the long…continued disappointment； the heart…burnings； were telling upon her。 Her hair was thin； her face was pinched； her form had lost its roundness。 〃Marry /her/； indeed！〃 scoffed to himself Sir Francis Levison。
There came to Mrs。 Waring's upon a Christmas visit a younger sister； Alice Challoner； a fair girl of twenty years。 She resided generally with an aunt in the country。 Far more beautiful was she than Blanche had ever been； and Francis Levison； who had not seen her since she was a child； fellas he would have called itin love with her。 Love！ He became her shadow； he whispered sweet words in her ear； he turned her head giddy with its own vanity； and he offered her marriage。 She accepted him； and preparations for the ceremony immediately began。 Sir Francis urged speed； and Alice was nothing loth。
And what of Blanche？ Blanche was stunned。 A despairing stupor took possession of her； and； when she woke from it； desperation set in。 She insisted upon an interview with Sir Francis； and evade it he could not； though he tried hard。 Will it be believed that he denied the past that he met with mocking suavity her indignant reminders of what had been between them？ 〃Love！ Marriage？ Nonsense！ Her fancy had been too much at work。〃 Finally； he defied her to prove that he had regarded her with more than ordinary friendship； or had ever hinted at such a thing as a union。
She could not prove it。 She had not so much as a scrap of paper written on by him； she had not a single friend or enemy to come forward and testify that they heard him breathe to her a word of love。 He had been too wary for that。 Moreover there was her own solemn protestations to her sister Lydia that there /was not/ anything between her and Francis Levison； who would believe her if she veered round now； and avowed these protestations were false？ No； she found that she was in a sinking ship； one there was no chance of saving。
But one chance did she determine to tryan appeal to Alice。 Blanche Challoner's eyes were suddenly and rudely opened to the badness of the man； and she was aware now how thoroughly unfit he was to become the husband of her sister。 It struck her that only misery could result from the union； and that； if possible； Alice should be saved from entering upon it。 Would she have married him herself； then？ Yes。 But it was a different thing for that fair； fresh young Alice； /she/ had not wasted her life's best years in waiting for him。
When the family had gone to rest； and the house was quiet； Blanche Challoner proceeded to her sister's bedroom。 Alice had not begun to undress； she was sitting in a comfortable chair before the fire； her feet on the fender； reading a love letter from Sir Francis。
〃Alice； I am come to tell you a story；〃 she said quietly。 〃Will you hear it？〃
〃In a minute。 Stop a bit；〃 replied Alice。 She finished the perusal of the letter； put it aside； and then spoke again。 〃What did you say； Blanche？ A story？〃
Blanche nodded。 〃Several years ago there was a fair young girl； none too rich； in our station of life。 A gentleman； who was none too rich either； sought and gained her love。 He could not marry； he was not rich； I say。 They loved on in secret； hoping for better times； she wearing out her years and her heart。 Oh； Alice！ I cannot describe to you how she loved himhow she has continued to love him up to this moment。 Through evil report she clung to him tenaciously and tenderly as the vine clings to its trellis； for the world spoke ill of him。〃
〃Who was the young lady？〃 interrupted Alice。 〃Is this a fable of romance； Blanche； or a real history？〃
〃A real history。 I knew her。 All those yearsyears and years； I say he kept leading her on to love； letting her think that his love was hers。 In the course of time he succeeded to a fortune； and the bar to their marriage was over。 He was abroad when he came into it； but returned home at once； their intercourse was renewed； and her fading heart woke up once more to life。 Still； the marriage did not come on； he said nothing of it； and she spoke to him。 Very soon now； should it be； was his answer； and she continued to live onin hope。〃
〃Go on； Blanche；〃 cried Alice； who had grown interested in the tale； never suspecting that it could bear a personal interest。
〃Yes； I will go on。 Would you believe； Alice； that almost immediately after this last promise； he saw one whom he fancied he should like better； and asked her to be his wife； forsaking the one to whom he was bound by every tie of honorrepudiating all that had been between them； even his own words and promises？〃
〃How disgraceful！ Were they married？〃
〃They are to be。 Would you have such a man？〃
〃I！〃 returned Alice； quite indignant at the question。 〃It is not likely that I would。〃
〃That man； Alice is Sir Francis Levison。〃
Alice Challoner gave a start； and her face became scarlet。 〃How dare you say so； Blanche？ It is not true。 Who was the girl； pray？ She must have traduced him。〃
〃She has not traduced him；〃 was the subdued answer。 〃The girl was myself。〃
An awkward pause。 〃I know！〃 cried Alice； throwing back her head resentfully。 〃He told me I might expect something of thisthat you had fancied him in love with you； and were angry because he had chosen me。〃
Blanche turned upon her with streaming eyes； she could no longer control her emotion。 〃Alice； my sister； all the pride is gone out of me； all the reticence that woman loves to observe as to her wrongs and her inward feelings I have broken through for you this night。 As sure as there is a heaven above us； I have told you the truth。 Until you came I was engaged to Francis Levison。〃
An unnatural scene ensued。 Blanche； provoked at Alice's rejection of her words； told all the ill she knew or heard of the man； she dwelt upon his conduct with regard to Lady Isabel Carlyle； his heartl