FENTON'S QUEST***

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FENTON'S QUEST

BY

M. E. BRADDON

The Author of "Lady Audley's Secret," "Aurora Floyd," Etc. Etc. Etc.

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CONTENTS

I. THE COMMON FEVER II. MARIAN'S STORY III. ACCEPTED IV. JOHN SALTRAM V. HALCYON DAYS VI. SENTENCE OF EXILE VII. "GOOD-BYE" VIII. MISSING IX. JOHN SALTRAM'S ADVICE X. JACOB NOWELL XI. THE MARRIAGE AT WYGROVE XII. A FRIENDLY COUNSELLOR XIII. MRS. PALLINSON HAS VIEWS XIV. FATHER AND SON XV. ON THE TRACK XVI. FACE TO FACE XVII. MISS CARLEY'S ADMIRERS XVIII. JACOB NOWELL'S WILL XIX. GILBERT ASKS A QUESTION XX. DRIFTING AWAY XXI. FATHER AND DAUGHTER XXII. AT LIDFORD AGAIN XXIII. CALLED TO ACCOUNT XXIV. TORMENTED BY DOUBT XXV. MISSING AGAIN XXVI. IN BONDAGE XXVII. ONLY A WOMAN XXVIII. AT FAULT XXIX. BAFFLED, NOT BEATEN XXX. STRICKEN DOWN XXXI. ELLEN CARLEY'S TRIALS XXXII. THE PADLOCKED DOOR AT WYNCOMB XXXIII. "WHAT MUST BE SHALL BE" XXXIV. DOUBTFUL INFORMATION XXXV. BOUGHT WITH A PRICE XXXVI. COMING ROUND XXXVII. A FULL CONFESSION XXXVIII. AN ILL-OMENED WEDDING XXXIX. A DOMESTIC MYSTERY XL. IN PURSUIT XLI. OUTWARD BOUND XLII. THE PLEASURES OF WYNCOMB XLIII. MR. WHITELAW MAKES AN END OF THE MYSTERY XLIV. AFTER THE FIRE XLV. MR. WHITELAW MAKES HIS WILL XLVI. ELLEN REGAINS HER LIBERTY XLVII. CLOSING SCENES

CHAPTER I.

THE COMMON FEVER.

A warm summer evening, with a sultry haze brooding over the level landscape, and a Sabbath stillness upon all things in the village of Lidford, Midlandshire. In the remoter corners of the old gothic church the shadows are beginning to gather, as the sermon draws near its close; but in the centre aisle and about the pulpit there is broad daylight still shining-in from the wide western window, across the lower half of which there are tall figures of the Evangelists in old stained glass.

There are no choristers at Lidford, and the evening service is conducted in rather a drowsy way; but there is a solemn air of repose about the gray old church that should be conducive to tranquil thoughts and pious meditations. Simple and earnest have been the words of the sermon, simple and earnest seem the countenances of the congregation, looking reverently upwards at the face of their pastor; and one might fancy, contemplating that grand old church, so much too spacious for the needs of the little flock gathered there to-night, that Lidford was a forgotten, half-deserted corner of this earth, in which a man, tired of the press and turmoil of the world, might find an almost monastic solitude and calm.

So thought a gentleman in the Squire's pew--a good-looking man of about thirty, who was finishing his first Sunday at Lidford by devout attendance at evening service. He had been thinking a good deal about this quiet country life during the service, wondering whether it was not the best life a man could live, after all, and thinking it all the sweeter because of his own experience, which had lain chiefly in cities.

He was a certain Mr. Gilbert Fenton, an Australian merchant, and was on a visit to his sister, who had married the principal landowner in Lidford, Martin Lister--a man whose father had been called "the Squire." The lady sat opposite her brother in the wide old family pew to-night--a handsome-looking matron, with a little rosy-cheeked damsel sitting by her side--a damsel with flowing auburn hair, tiny hat and feather, and bright scarlet stockings, looking very much as if she had walked out of a picture by Mr. Millais.

The congregation stood up to sing a hymn when the sermon was ended, and Gilbert Fenton turned his face towards the opposite line of pews, in one of which, very near him, there was a girl, at whom