rn, "if you were
to take upon yourself to destroy my happiness on such a matter after
having been duly warned."

CHAPTER VIII.

LADY GRANT.

It is literally true that the tongue will itch with a desire to tell
a secret. Miss Altifiorla's tongue did itch. But upon the whole she
endured her suffering, and kept her promise. She did not say a word
in Mr. Western's hearing which led to Sir Francis Geraldine as a
topic of conversation. But in reward for this she exacted from Mrs.
Western an undertaking to keep her at Durton Lodge for a fortnight.
The bargain was not exactly struck in those words, but it was so made
that Mrs. Western understood how great was the price she paid, and
how valuable the article she received in return. "A fortnight!" Mr.
Western said, when his wife told him of the promise she had made. "I
thought that three days would have been too much for you."

"Three hours are too much,--as interrupting our happiness. But as she
is here, and as we have been very intimate for many years, and as she
herself has named the time, I have not liked to contradict her."

"So be it. She will interfere much more with you than with me, and I
suppose that the coming will not be frequently repeated."

Two days after this another guest proposed to visit them. But this
was only for two nights, and her coming had in fact been expected
from a period before the marriage. Lady Grant was Mr. Western's
younger sister, and the person of whom in all the world he seemed to
think the most. Indeed he had assured his wife that next to herself
she was the nearest and the dearest to him. She was a widow, and went
but little into society. According to his account she was clever,
agreeable, and beautiful. She lived altogether in Scotland, where her
time was devoted to her children, and was now coming up to England
chiefly with the purpose of seeing her brother's wife. She was to be
at Durton Lodge now only for a couple of nights, and then to return
and remain with the understood purpose of taking them with her
back to Scotland. Of Lady Grant Cecilia had become much afraid,
as thinking it more than probable that her secret might be known.
But it had seemed that as yet Lady Grant knew nothing of it. She
corresponded frequently with her brother, and, as far as Cecilia
could tell, the subject had not yet been mentioned between them.
Could it be possible that all this time the secret was known to her
husband and to her husband's sis