s. Berry stood humming over the baby. "He'll sleep it
through," she said. "He's had enough for an alderman, and goes to sleep
sound after his dinner, he do, a duck!" Before they departed, Lucy ran up
to Lady Feverel. She returned for, the small one.

"One moment, Mr. Wentworth?"

"Just two," said Austin.

Master Richard was taken up, and when Lucy came back her eyes were full
of tears.

"She thinks she is never to see him again, Mr. Wentworth."

"She shall," Austin said simply.

Off they went, and with Austin near her, Lucy forgot to dwell at all upon
the great act of courage she was performing.

"I do hope baby will not wake," was her chief solicitude.

"He!" cries nurse-woman Berry, from the rear, "his little tum-tum's as
tight as he can hold, a pet! a lamb! a bird! a beauty! and ye may take
yer oath he never wakes till that's slack. He've got character of his
own, a blessed!"

There are some tremendous citadels that only want to be taken by storm.
The baronet sat alone in his library, sick of resistance, and rejoicing
in the pride of no surrender; a terror to his friends and to himself.
Hearing Austin's name sonorously pronounced by the man of calves, he
looked up from his book, and held out his hand. "Glad to see you,
Austin." His appearance betokened complete security. The next minute he
found himself escaladed.

It was a cry from Mrs. Berry that told him others were in the room
besides Austin. Lucy stood a little behind the lamp: Mrs. Berry close to
the door. The door was half open, and passing through it might be seen
the petrified figure of a fine man. The baronet glancing over the lamp
rose at Mrs. Berry's signification of a woman's personality. Austin
stepped back and led Lucy to him by the hand. "I have brought Richard's
wife, sir," he said with a pleased, perfectly uncalculating, countenance,
that was disarming. Very pale and trembling Lucy bowed. She felt her two
hands taken, and heard a kind voice. Could it be possible it belonged to
the dreadful father of her husband? She lifted her eyes nervously: her
hands were still detained. The baronet contemplated Richard's choice. Had
he ever had a rivalry with those pure eyes? He saw the pain of her
position shooting across her brows, and, uttering-gentle inquiries as to
her health, placed her in a seat. Mrs. Berry had already fallen into a
chair.

"What aspect do you like for your bedroom?--East?" said the baronet.

Lucy was asking herself wonderin