as we like, all the summer days, and the winter days,
and the beautiful spring, and no more anxiety and trouble! Jack--Jack!"

Her head went down on his shoulder, and he held her fast while she shed
a few natural tears of joy and thankfulness.

"My poor girl--my dear girl! Yes, it is all over, and the money is as
much yours as mine. I feel sure Mr Farrell meant it to be so, and that
you will find something to that effect in this letter he has left you.
He discovered my secret before I left Raby, and said plainly how much he
wished it success. There, darling, read your letter! I hope you may
find some kind words to comfort your heart."

Mollie broke open the envelope, which he handed to her. It was a solemn
business, reading a message from the dead, and her big eyes looked quite
awestruck as they scanned the page. There were only a few words,
written in a small, tremulous hand:--

"My dear Mollie,--I leave you nothing, hoping that you may share all.
That is my strong wish, and I believe I am helping on your happiness
by an apparent neglect. Try to forgive me for refusing your last
request. It would have been easier to consent, but I considered that
a short period of anxiety would be a blessing in disguise, if it
showed you who were your true friends. If a man comes forward and
offers you his love in the days of obscurity and poverty, that man's
love is worth having. I hope and believe it will come to you. I
thank you for your kindness to an old man. Forgive him for all his
offences, foremost among them an unfounded suspicion.--Your friend and
kinsman, Bernard Farrell."

"There! You see how right I was?" cried Jack in triumph. "In effect,
we are joint heirs, and have equally free hands in the disposal of the
money. You must settle an income on your mother which will ensure her
against anxiety, and then you can come away with an easy mind, and help
me to turn into a country squire and learn my duties to the tenants.
You told me once that he would be hard-worked if he were conscientious,
and I want to do the thing well while I am about it. This is December.
I mean to be married in January, at latest!"

Mollie laughed, but with a somewhat tremulous sound. The change of
scene which had taken place within the last quarter of an hour was so
complete, so extraordinary, that she felt dazed by the shock. Not only
had undreamed-of happiness come to herself, but with it such relief and