ung man quietly.

"All right; I know what you mean."

"Then you consent, sir?"

"Oh, no, I don't. I only say to you, wait and see. I'm not going to
promise anything, and I'm not going to have my comfortable home made
miserable by seeing wife and child glum and ready to burst out crying.
I'm not going to force that tender plant, Dan. Mary's a sensible girl,
and give her time and she'll see that it is impossible for her to spend
her life playing stick, or little dog, to a blind man. She shall see
that her father wishes what is best for her, and in the end the pretty
little fruit, which is only green now, will become ripe, and drop into
some worthy young fellow's hands. If his name is Daniel Barnett, well
and good. We shall see. All I want is to see my pet go to a good home
and be happy."

Daniel Barnett held out his hand.

"No, no; I'm going to clinch no bargains, and I'm not going to be
bothered about this any more. Your policy is to wait. The seed's sown.
I dare say it will come up some day. Now then, business. About
Maitland Williams?"

"Well, Mr Ellis, you know him as well as I do. Admiral Morgan can't
give him a rise because the other men are all right, and he wants to be
a step higher, and be all under glass. He has spoken to me twice. He
says he wouldn't have done so, only poor John Grange was of course out
of it, and he didn't think that we had any one who could be promoted."

"That's quite right. He has been to me three times, and I don't see
that we could do better. Think you could get on with him?"

"Oh, yes, he's all right, sir."

"Very well, then; I'm going up to the house to see the mistress about
the hay. Nixon wants to buy it again this year."

"And take all the mowing off our hands, sir?"

"Yes, I suppose you would rather not spare the men to make it
ourselves."

"Well, sir, you know the season as well as I do. There's no end of
things asking to be done."

"Yes, I shall advise her to let it go, and I'll ask her to sanction
Williams being taken on. He says he can come and fill poor Grange's
place at once."

They parted, Daniel Barnett to go and begin tying up some loose strands
in the vinery, and trim out some side-growth which interfered with the
ripening of the figs; James Ellis to walk up to the house and ask to see
Mrs Mostyn, who sent out word by the butler that she would be in the
library in a few minutes.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

Meanwhile there had been tears a