l' proposals, that were
scornfully rejected, tempted the father with 'honorable' ones, which
were eagerly accepted. The old Jew, in his ambition to become
father-in-law to the old earl, forgot his religious prejudices and
coaxed his daughter to sacrifice herself. And thus Berenice D'Israeli
became Countess of Hurstmonceux. The old peer survived his foolish
marriage but six months, and died leaving his widow penniless, his debts
having swamped even her marriage portion. His entailed estates went to
the heir-at-law, a distant relation--"

"What in the name of Heaven do you think I care for your countesses! I
want to know what excuse you can give for your base deception of my
sister," fiercely interrupted Hannah.

"I am coming to that. It was in the second year of the Countess
Hurstmonceux's widowhood that I met her at Brighton. Oh, Hannah, it is
not in vanity; but in palliation of my offense that I tell you she loved
me first. And when a widow loves a single man, in nine cases out of ten
she will make him marry her. She hunted me down, ran me to earth--"

"Oh, you wretch! to say such things of a lady!" exclaimed the woman,
with indignation.

"It is true, Hannah, and in this awful hour, with that ghastly form
before me, truth and not false delicacy must prevail. I say then that
the Countess of Hurstmonceux hunted me down and run me to earth, but all
in such feminine fashion that I scarcely knew I was hunted. I was
flattered by her preference, grateful for her kindness and proud of the
prospect of carrying off from all competitors the most beautiful among
the Brighton belles; but all this would not have tempted me to offer her
my hand, for I did not love her, Hannah."

"What did tempt you then?" inquired the woman.

"Pity; I saw that she loved me passionately, and--I proposed to her."

"Coxcomb! do you think she would have broken her heart if you hadn't?"

"Yes, Hannah, to tell the truth, I did think so then; I was but a boy,
you know; and I had that fatal weakness of which I told you--that which
dreaded to inflict pain and delighted to impart joy. So I asked her to
marry me. But the penniless Countess of Hurstmonceux was the sole
heiress of the wealthy old Jew, Jacob D'Israeli. And he had set his mind
upon her marrying a gouty marquis, and thus taking one step higher in
the peerage; so of course he would not listen to my proposal, and he
threatened to disinherit his daughter if she married me. Then we did
what so