"'See how all around us wait
The ministers of human fate,
And black Misfortune's baleful train.'
"Meanwhile it is something to enjoy the present. We are young; we are listening to music; there is no cloud over the summer stars; our conscience is clear; our hearts untroubled: why look forward in search of happiness? shall we ever be happier than we are at this moment?"
Here Mr. Travers came up. "We are going to supper in a few minutes," said he; "and before we lose sight of each other, Mr. Chillingly, I wish to impress on you the moral fact that one good turn deserves another. I have yielded to your wish, and now you must yield to mine. Come and stay a few days with me, and see your benevolent intentions carried out."
Kenelm paused. Now that he was discovered, why should he not pass a few days among his equals? Realities or shams might be studied with squires no less than with farmers; besides, he had taken a liking to Travers. That graceful /ci-devant/ Wildair, with the slight form and the delicate face, was unlike rural squires in general. Kenelm paused, and then said frankly,—
"I accept your invitation. Would the middle of next week suit you?"
"The sooner the better. Why not to-morrow?"
"To-morrow I am pre-engaged to an excursion with Mr. Bowles. That may occupy two or three days, and meanwhile I must write home for other garments than those in which I am a sham."
"Come any day you like."
"Agreed."
"Agreed; and, hark! the supper-bell."