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A Secret of the Sea. 240 quite so sanguine as to the result. That Eleanor liked the com- pany of John Pomeroy, and that his conversation interested her, Olive could see clearly enough. But hiking 1 is not love, though it is often a big stride on the road towards it. All that was left her to do was to pope for the best and to remain as quietly watchful as she had hitherto een. Of all these plottings and counter-plottings that were going on under her very nose, poor innocent Lady Dudgeon dreamt nothing. She had long ago made up her mind that her ensuing season in town should be fruitful of much pleasure and much enjoyment to her. But chief of all the pleasures that she looked forward tq was that of assisting her darling Eleanor to select—or, better still, of selecting for her—a suitable partner for life. She had not been more than a fortnight in Harley Street before she began to cast wary eyes around, and to make cautious inquiries here and there with respect to the pretensions and positions of certain individuals who, even thus early, had evinced a generous alacrity to sell themselves for life for the sake of twenty thousand pounds—the young lady who was tacked to the money being of course thrown in as an unavoidable necessity. The interest shown by Lady Dudgeon in the fortunes of Miss Lloyd had its origin in a feeling that dated from the time when Eleanor was little more than a mere child. At the risk of his own life, Jacob Lloyd had succeeded in stopping her ladyship’s ponies one day when they were running away with her, and making ina straight line for a very deep gravel-pit that may still be seen close by the edge of Dingley Common. Jacob having been considerably bruised and knocked about in his struggle with the ponies, Lady Dudgeon could do no less than call several times at Bridgeley to inquire after his health. There It was that she first saw Eleanor, at that time a flaxen-haired, blue-eyed child of eight, in short frocks and pinafores. She drew the child to her, looked her fixedly in the face for a moment or two, and then stooped and kissed her. Impulsive Nelly at once flung her arms round Lady Dudgeon’s neck. ‘You ave pretty, and I do love you!” she cred; and from that moment her ladyship’s heart was won. She would Insist upon taking Nelly back to Stammars, and that first visit was but the precursor of several others. Lady Dudgeon was generally looked upon as a cold-mannered, unimpressionable sort of person, and her strange partiality for Mr. Lloyd’s daughter was a surprise to all who knew her—to her husband as much as anyone. But Sir Thomas was eminently good-natured, and he yielded to his wife’s whim in this respect as in everything else. Before long, indeed, he grew almost as fond of his Bonnybell, as he called her, as Lady Dudgeon herself. Having no children of his own at this time, he liked very well to have Eleanor about him—he liked to have her tugging at his coat-tails, or hanging on his arm, or sitting in ecomniclooolkks _ (CO)