said to me to-day?' she asked, in
a low tremulous voice.

'Was it something very wonderful, dear--or something as old as the
world we live in?'

'Not old to me, Mary--new and wonderful beyond all measure. I did not
think he cared for me--I had never dared to hope; for I have liked
him a little for a long time, dear, though I don't suppose you ever
thought so.'

'My dear girl, I have known it from the very beginning. There is
nothing in the world more transparent than your thoughts about Angus
Egerton have been to me.'

'O Mary, how could you! And I have been so careful to say nothing!'
she cried reproachfully. 'But he loves me, dear. He has loved me for
a long time, he says; and he has asked me to be his wife.'

'What, after all those protestations about never asking a woman to
share his poverty?'

'Yes, Mary; and he meant what he said. He told me that if I had been
a penniless girl, he should have proposed to me ever so long ago.
And he is to see papa to-morrow.'

'Do you think Mr. Darrell will ever consent to such a marriage,
Milly?' I asked gravely.

'Why should he not? He cannot go on thinking badly of Angus when
every one else thinks so well of him. You must have seen how he has
softened towards him since they met. Mr. Egerton's old family and
position are quite an equivalent for my money, whatever that may be.
O Mary, I don't think papa can refuse his consent.'

'I am rather doubtful about that, Milly. It's one thing to like Mr.
Egerton very well as a visitor--quite another to accept him as a son-
in-law. Frankly, my dearest, I fear your father will be against the
match.'

'Mary,' cried Milly reproachfully, 'I can see what it is--you are
prejudiced against Mr. Egerton.'

'I am only anxious for your welfare, darling. I like Mr. Egerton
very much. It is difficult for any one to avoid liking him. But I
confess that I cannot bring myself to put entire trust in him.'

'Why not?'

I did not like to tell her the chief reason for my distrust--that
mysterious relation between Angus Egerton and Mrs. Darrell. The
subject was a serious--almost a dangerous--one; and I had no positive
evidence to bring forward in proof of my fancy. It was a question of
looks and words that had been full of significance to me, but which
might seem to Milly to mean very little.

'We cannot help our instinctive doubts, dear. But if you can trust
Mr. Egerton, and if your father can trust him, my fancies can matter
very little.