one has to allude to it:--I admit that wealth would help
me. To see wealth supporting the cause of the people for once would--but
you say, too late! Well, I don't renounce you till I see you giving your
hand to a man who's not myself. You have been offended: groundlessly, on
my honour! You are the woman of all women in the world to hold me fast
in faith and pride in you. It's useless to look icy: you feel what I
say.'

'Nevil, I feel grief, and beg you to cease. I am----It is-----'

'"Too late" has not a rag of meaning, Cecilia! I love your name. I love
this too: this is mine, and no one can rob me of it.'

He drew forth a golden locket and showed her a curl of her hair.

Crimsoning, she said instantly: 'Language of the kind I used is open to
misconstruction, I fear. I have not even the right to listen to you. I
am ... You ask me for what I have it no longer in my power to give. I am
engaged.'

The shot rang through him and partly stunned him; but incredulity made
a mocking effort to sustain him. The greater wounds do not immediately
convince us of our fate, though we may be conscious that we have been
hit.

'Engaged in earnest?' said he.

'Yes.'

'Of your free will?'

'Yes.'

Her father stepped out on the terrace, from one of the open windows,
trailing a newspaper like a pocket-handkerchief. Cecilia threaded the
flower-beds to meet him.

'Here's an accident to one of our ironclads,' he called to Beauchamp.

'Lives lost, sir?'

'No, thank heaven! but, upon my word, it's a warning. Read the telegram;
it's the Hastings. If these are our defences, at a cost of half a
million of money, each of them, the sooner we look to our land forces
the better.'

'The Shop will not be considered safe!' said Beauchamp, taking in the
telegram at a glance. 'Peppel's a first-rate officer too: she couldn't
have had a better captain. Ship seriously damaged!'

He handed back the paper to the colonel.

Cecilia expected him to say that he had foreseen such an event.

He said nothing; and with a singular contraction of the heart she
recollected how he had denounced our system of preparing mainly for
the defensive in war, on a day when they stood together in the park,
watching the slow passage of that very ship, the Hastings, along
the broad water, distant below them. The 'swarms of swift vessels of
attack,' she recollected particularly, and 'small wasps and rams under
mighty steam-power,' that he used to harp on when decla