348 A JACOBITE EXILE

“Then don’t mention it at present, Norman. Any re.
joicings would be unseemly while John Dormay is lying
dead there.”

“Shall I go up with you, Charlie, or will you go alone?”
Harry asked. “Of course there are some horses here,
and you could lend me one to drive over to our own place.”

“You shall do that presently, Harry, and tell them the
news. But come in now. You know my cousin and
Ciceley, it will be all the better that you should go in with
me.”

His cousin received Charlie with a quiet pleasure. She
was greatly changed since he had seen her last, and her
face showed that she had suffered greatly. Ciceley had
grown into a young woman, and met him with delight.
Both were pleased to see Hairy.

“We were talking of you but now, Charlie,” Mrs. Dor-
may said. ‘“Ciceley and I agreed that we would remove at
once to our old place, and that this should be kept up for
you should you at any time be able to return. Now that
Queen Anne is on the throne and the Tories are in power
we hoped that you, at least, would ere long be permitted
to return. How is your dear father?”

“He is well, cousin, and will I trust be here ere long..
Our innocence of the charge has been proved, the proceed-
ings against us quashed, and the Act of Confiscation against
my father, Mr. Jervoise, and the others reversed.”

“Thank God for that,” Mrs. Dormay said earnestly, and
Ciceley gave an exclamation of pleasure. ‘That accounts
then for what has happened here. I do not want to talk
about it, Charlie. You may imagine how Ciceley and I
have suffered. But he was my husband, spare him for my
sake.”’

“T will never allude to the subject again, cousin,”’ Char-
lie said. “But I must tell you that Harry and I have
posted down from London in hopes of being in time to