ds, his haggard face channelled by tears, showed the keen
girl she was strong where she had thought herself weak, and she
comported herself accordingly, and in one moment took a much higher tone
than she had intended as she came along.

"I am afraid," said she, very coldly, "you will have to postpone your
journey a day or two. I am grieved to tell you that poor Mr. Charlton is
dead."

Griffith uttered an exclamation.

"He asked for you; and messengers are out after you on every side. You
must go to Bolton at once."

"Well-a-day!" said Griffith, "has he left me, too? Good, kind old man,
on any other day I had found tears for thee! But now, methinks, happy
are the dead. Alas! sweet mistress, I hoped you came to tell me you
had--I might--what signifies what I hoped?--when I saw you had deigned
to ride after me. Why should I go to Bolton, after all?"

"Because you will be an ungrateful wretch else. What! leave others to
carry your kinsman and your benefactor to his grave, while you turn your
back on him, and inherit his estate? For shame, Sir! for shame!"

Griffith expostulated, humbly.

"How hardly you judge me! What are Bolton Hall and Park to me now? They
were to have been yours, you know. And yours they shall be. I came
between and robbed you. To be sure, the old man knew my mind. He said to
himself,--'Griffith or Kate, what matters it who has the land? They will
live together on it.' But all that is changed now; you will never share
it with me; and so I do feel I have no right to the place. Kate, my own
Kate, I have heard them sneer at you for being poor, and it made my
heart ache. I'll stop that, any way. Go you in my place to the funeral;
he that is dead will forgive me; his spirit knows now what I endure; and
I'll send you a writing, all sealed and signed, shall make Bolton Hall
and Park yours; and when you are happy with some one you _can_ love, as
well as I love you, think sometimes of poor jealous Griffith, that loved
you dear and grudged you nothing; but," grinding his teeth and turning
white, "I _can't_ live in Cumberland, and see you in another man's
arms."

Then Catharine trembled, and could not speak awhile; but at last she
faltered out,--

"You will make me _hate_ you."

"God forbid!" said simple Griffith.

"Well, then, don't thwart me, and provoke me so, but just turn your
horse's head and go quietly home to Bolton Hall, and do your duty to the
dead and the living. You can't go _this_ way, fo