"Yes, George. He was an Italian. You shall know it all soon now. But
do not you mourn. To you no memories are left. Were it not for the
necessity of the present moment, no idea of a father should ever be
presented to you." She vouchsafed to tell him no more at that moment,
and he pressed her with no further questions.

END OF VOL. II.

Bungay: Printed by Clay and Taylor.

* * * * * *

MARION FAY.

A Novel.

by

ANTHONY TROLLOPE,

Author of
"Framley Parsonage," "Orley Farm," "The Way We Live Now," etc., etc.

In Three Volumes.

VOL. III.

London:
Chapman & Hall, Limited, 11, Henrietta St.
1882
[All Rights reserved.]

Bungay:
Clay and Taylor, Printers.

CONTENTS OF VOLUME III.

I. "I WILL COME BACK AS I WENT."
II. TRUE TIDINGS.
III. ALL THE WORLD KNOWS IT.
IV. "IT SHALL BE DONE."
V. MARION WILL CERTAINLY HAVE HER WAY.
VI. "BUT HE IS;--HE IS."
VII. THE GREAT QUESTION.
VIII. "I CANNOT COMPEL HER."
IX. IN PARK LANE.
X. AFTER ALL HE ISN'T.
XI. "OF COURSE THERE WAS A BITTERNESS."
XII. LORD HAMPSTEAD AGAIN WITH MRS. RODEN.
XIII. LORD HAMPSTEAD AGAIN WITH MARION.
XIV. CROCKER'S DISTRESS.
XV. "DISMISSAL. B. B."
XVI. PEGWELL BAY.
XVII. LADY AMALDINA'S WEDDING.
XVIII. CROCKER'S TALE.
XIX. "MY MARION."
XX. MR. GREENWOOD'S LAST BATTLE.
XXI. THE REGISTRAR OF STATE RECORDS.

MARION FAY.

CHAPTER I.

"I WILL COME BACK AS I WENT."

While Lord Hampstead's party were at Gorse Hall, some weeks before
poor Walker's accident, there came a letter from George Roden to Lady
Frances, and she, when she reached Hendon Hall, found a second. Both
these letters, or parts of them, shall be here given, as they will
tell all that need be added to what is already known of the story
of the man, and will explain to the reader the cause and manner of
action which he adopted.

Rome,
January 30th, 18--.

DEAREST FANNY,--

I wonder whether it will seem as odd to you to receive a
letter from me written at Rome as it is to me to write it.
Our letters hitherto have been very few in number, and
have only declared that in spite of obstacles we shall
always love each other. I have never before had anything
in truth to tell you; but now I have so much that I do not
know how to begin or how to go on with it. But