itional inducement.

'I believe the old gentleman is in love with you, Anne,' said her mother.

'Why couldn't he drive down himself to see me?' Anne inquired of
Cripplestraw.

'He wants you at the house, please.'

'Is Mr. Festus with him?'

'No; he's away to Budmouth.'

'I'll go,' said she.

'And I may come and meet you?' said Bob.

'There's my letter--what shall I do about that?' she said, instead of
answering him. 'Take my letter to the post-office, and you may come,'
she added.

He said yes and went out, Cripplestraw retreating to the door till she
should be ready.

'What letter is it?' said her mother.

'Only one to John,' said Anne. 'I have asked him to forgive my
suspicions. I could do no less.'

'Do you want to marry _him_?' asked Mrs. Loveday bluntly.

'Mother!'

'Well; he will take that letter as an encouragement. Can't you see that
he will, you foolish girl?'

Anne did see instantly. 'Of course!' she said. 'Tell Robert that he
need not go.'

She went to her room to secure the letter. It was gone from the
mantelpiece, and on inquiry it was found that the miller, seeing it
there, had sent David with it to Budmouth hours ago. Anne said nothing,
and set out for Oxwell Hall with Cripplestraw.

'William,' said Mrs. Loveday to the miller when Anne was gone and Bob had
resumed his work in the garden, 'did you get that letter sent off on
purpose?'

'Well, I did. I wanted to make sure of it. John likes her, and now
'twill be made up; and why shouldn't he marry her? I'll start him in
business, if so be she'll have him.'

'But she is likely to marry Festus Derriman.'

'I don't want her to marry anybody but John,' said the miller doggedly.

'Not if she is in love with Bob, and has been for years, and he with
her?' asked his wife triumphantly.

'In love with Bob, and he with her?' repeated Loveday.

'Certainly,' said she, going off and leaving him to his reflections.

When Anne reached the hall she found old Mr. Derriman in his customary
chair. His complexion was more ashen, but his movement in rising at her
entrance, putting a chair and shutting the door behind her, were much the
same as usual.

'Thank God you've come, my dear girl,' he said earnestly. 'Ah, you don't
trip across to read to me now! Why did ye cost me so much to fetch you?
Fie! A horse and gig, and a man's time in going three times. And what I
sent ye cost a good deal in Budmouth market, now everything is so