no."

"As to my love, there can be no change in that. If it suits your
mother to be disdainful to me, I can bear it. I always thought that
it would come to be so some day."

There was but little more said then. He asked her no further
question;--none at least that it was difficult for her to
answer,--and he soon took his leave. He was a passionate rather than
a tender lover, and having once held her in his arms, and kissed her
lips, and demanded from her a return of his caress, he was patient
now to wait till he could claim them as his own. But, two days after
the interview between Lord Lovel and his love, he a second time
contrived to find her alone.

"I have come again," he said, "because I knew your mother is out. I
would not trouble you with secret meetings but that just now I have
much to say to you. And then, you may be gone from hence before I had
even heard that you were going."

"I am always glad to see you, Daniel."

"Are you, my sweetheart? Is that true?"

"Indeed, indeed it is."

"I should be a traitor to doubt you,--and I do not doubt. I will
never doubt you if you tell me that you love me."

"You know I love you."

"Tell me, Anna--; or shall I say Lady Anna?"

"Lady Anna,--if you wish to scorn me."

"Then never will I call you so, till it shall come to pass that I do
wish to scorn you. But tell me. Is it true that Earl Lovel was with
you the other day?"

"He was here the day before yesterday."

"And why did he come."

"Why?"

"Why did he come? you know that as far as I have yet heard he is
still your mother's enemy and yours, and is persecuting you to rob
you of your name and of your property. Did he come as a friend?"

"Oh, yes! certainly as a friend."

"But he still makes his claim."

"No;--he says that he will make it no longer, that he acknowledges
mamma as my father's widow, and me as my father's heir."

"That is generous,--if that is all."

"Very generous."

"And he does this without condition? There is nothing to be given to
him to pay him for this surrender."

"There is nothing to give," she said, in that low, sweet, melancholy
voice which was common to her always when she spoke of herself.

"You do not mean to deceive me, dear, I know; but there is a
something to be given; and I am told that he has asked for it, or
certainly will ask. And, indeed, I do not think that an earl, noble,
but poverty-stricken, would surrender everything without making some
counter claim