"Yes," said Mr. Wordley; "poor man, he died suddenly, quite suddenly,

in the middle of a grand ball; died of the shock."

"Shock?" she echoed.

He looked at her as if he found it hard to realise her ignorance.

"Yes; the shock of the bad news. Dear me! it seems so strange that you,

a neighbour, so to speak, should not have heard the story of which all

London--one might almost say all England--was talking. Sir Stephen was

a great financier, and had just brought out a great company to work an

important concession in Africa. He was supposed to have made an

enormous sum of money by it; indeed, must have done so; but at the very

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moment of his success there came a stroke of bad luck; and the news of

it was brought to him on the night of the ball he was giving in his

splendid town house. The sudden reverse meant absolute ruin, and he

fell dead with the cablegram in his hand. Shocking, was it not?"

Ida's lips moved, but she could not speak. The whole scene seemed to

rise before her; but, naturally enough, her thoughts were concentrated

upon one figure in it, that of Stafford.

"Then--then Mr. Stafford Orme is now the baronet, Sir Stafford?" she

said in a scarcely audible voice. "No; he is now Lord Highcliffe. His

father was raised to the peerage on the day he died--one night almost

say the hour he died. That makes it the more unfortunate."

"Unfortunate? I do not understand. You say he is a peer?"

"Yes; but a penniless peer; and I can't imagine a more unpleasant and

miserable position than his. His father died absolutely ruined; indeed,

insolvent; though I suppose by his son's act of noble self-sacrifice a

great many of the debts were paid."

"Tell me--I do not know," said Ida, as steadily as she could.

"Sir Stephen settled a very large sum of money upon the young man; but

he refused to take advantage of it, and made over the whole sum, every

penny of it, to the creditors; and left himself, I am told, absolutely

penniless. Not that it mattered very much; because he is engaged to a

Miss Falconer, who father is, I believe, a millionaire."

The colour rose to Ida's face, the hand which held the screen shook.

"And they--they are going to be married soon?" asked she.

"I don't know, I suppose not," replied Mr. Wordley, as he bent over his

memoranda again; "Lord Highcliffe has disappeared, left England. No one

seems to quite know where he has gone. It was a terrible collapse, and

a tragic end, the great Sir Stephen's; but men of his trade always have

to run such risks. By the way, I suppose the Villa will have to be

sold."




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