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'Oh, Frank, what is it? What can I do for you?'
'It is no bad news,' was his greeting, as he put his arm round her trembling little figure and kissed her brow. 'Only too good.'
'Oh, is Mrs. Charles going to be married?' the only hopeful contingency she could think of.
'No,' he said; 'but, Mary, an extraordinary incident has taken place. I have inherited a property.'
'A property? You are well off! Oh, thank God!' and she clasped her hands, then held his. 'At last! But what? How? Did you know?'
'I knew of the connection, but that the family had never taken notice of my father. As to the rest I was entirely unprepared. My great-grandfather was a younger son of the first Lord Northmoor, but for some misconduct was cast off and proscribed. As you know, my grandfather and father devoted themselves to horses on the old farm, and made no pretensions to gentility. The elder branch of the family was once numerous, but it must have since dwindled till the old lord was left with only a little grandson, who died of diphtheria a short time before his grandfather.'
'Poor old man!' began Mary. 'Then--oh! do you mean that he died too?'
'Yes; he was ill before, and this was a fatal blow. It appears that he was aware that I was next in the succession, and after the boy's death had desired the solicitor to write to me as heir-at-law.'
'Heir-at-law! Frank, do you mean that you are--' she said, turning pale.
'Baron Northmoor,' he answered, 'and you, my patient Mary, will be the baroness as soon as may be.'
'Oh, Frank!'--and there was a rush of tears--'dear Frank, your hard work and cares are all over!'
'I am not sure of that,' he said gravely; 'but, at least, this long waiting is over, and I can give you everything.'
'But, oh!' she cried, sobbing uncontrollably, with her face hidden in her handkerchief.
'Mary, Mary! what does this mean? Don't you understand? There's nothing to hinder it now.'
She made a gesture as if to put him back from her, and struggled for utterance.
'It is very dear, very good; but--but it can't be now. You must not drag yourself down with me.'
'That is just nonsense, Mary. You are far fitter for this than I am. You are the one joy in it to me.'
'You think so now,' she said, striving to hold herself back; 'but you won't by and by.'
'Do you think me a mere boy to change so easily?' said the new lord earnestly. 'I look on this as a heavy burthen and very serious responsibility: but it is to you whom I look to sweeten it, help me through with it, and guard me from its temptations.'
'If I could.'
'Come, Mary, I am forced to go to London immediately, and then on to the funeral. I shall miss the train if I remain another minute. Don't send me away with a sore heart. Tell me that your affection has not been worn out by these weary years.'
'You cannot think so, Frank,' she sobbed. 'You know it has only grown. I only want to do what is best for you.'
'Not another word,' he said, with a fresh kiss. 'That is all I want for the present.'
He was gone, while Mary crept up to her little attic, there to weep out her agitated, uncertain feelings.
'Oh, he is so good! He deserves to be great. That I should be his first thought! Dear dear fellow! But I ought to give him up. I ought not to be a drag on him. It would not be fair on him. I can love him and watch him all the same; but oh, how dreary it will be to have no Sunday afternoons! Is this selfish? Is this worldly? Oh, help me to do right, and hold to what is best for him!'
And whenever poor Mary had any time to herself out of sight of curious eyes, she spent it in concocting a letter that went near to the breaking of her constant heart.
CHAPTER II
HONOURS REFLECTED
On the beach at Westhaven, beyond the town and harbour, stood a row of houses, each with a garden of tamarisk, thrift, and salt-loving flowers, frequented by lodgers in search of cheap sea breezes, and sometimes by families of yachting personages who liked to have their headquarters on shore.
Two girls were making their way to one of these. One was so tall though very slight, that in spite of the dark hair streaming in the wind, she looked more than her fifteen years, and her brilliant pink-and-white complexioned face confirmed the impression. Her sister, keeping as much as she could under her lee, was about twelve years old, much more childish as well as softer, smaller, with lighter colouring and blue eyes. Going round the end of the