loved Harry better if he had
been his brother," and then she blushed again through her tears, as she
remembered that she had intended that they should be brothers.

Lord Cashel did not say anything more on this head; he was fully
convinced that Lord Ballindine only looked on the young man's death as
a windfall which he might turn to his own advantage; but he thought it
would be a little too strong to say so outright, just at present.

"It will be a comfort for you to know that this matter is now settled,"
continued the earl, "and that no one can attach the slightest blame to
you in the matter. Lord Ballindine has shown himself so very imprudent,
so very unfit, in every way, for the honour you once intended him, that
no other line of conduct was open to you than that which you have
wisely pursued."

This treading on the fallen was too much for Fanny. "I have no right
either to speak or to think ill of him," said she, through her tears;
"and if any one is ill-treated in the matter it is he. But did he not
ask to see me?"

"Surely, Fanny, you would not, at the present moment, have wished to
see him!"

"Oh, no; it is a great relief, under all the circumstances, not
having to do so. But was he contented? I should be glad that he were
satisfied--that he shouldn't think I had treated him harshly, or
rudely. Did he appear as if he wished to see me again?"

"Why, he certainly did ask for a last interview--which, anticipating
your wishes, I have refused."

"But was he satisfied? Did he appear to think that he had been badly
treated?"

"Rejected lovers," answered the earl with a stately smile, "seldom
express much satisfaction with the terms of their rejection; but I
cannot say that Lord Ballindine testified any strong emotion." He rose
from the sofa as he said this, and then, intending to clinch the nail,
added as he went to the door--"to tell the truth, Fanny, I think Lord
Ballindine is much more eager for an alliance with your fair self now,
than he was a few days back, when he could never find a moment's
time to leave his horses, and his friend Mr Blake, either to see his
intended wife, or to pay Lady Cashel the usual courtesy of a morning
visit." He then opened the door, and, again closing it, added--"I
think, however, Fanny, that what has now passed between us will secure
you from any further annoyance from him."

Lord Cashel, in this last speech, had greatly overshot his mark; his
object had been to make the se