of procuring food, I will sell the silver casket to
the first purchaser I can find; and the first time I want to light a
candle and can't find any other piece of paper, I will burn the marriage
license."

"Don't you do it!" exclaimed Sybil, eagerly, earnestly; "burn, sell
anything you possess sooner! I believe that that casket has been
preserved through three generations for your sake, _yours_! And if, as
your poor father hinted, it does not make you a lady,--for nothing but
nature and education can make one a lady, you know--it will be sure to
make you a woman of wealth and position!"

"Bosh! I _will_ say 'bosh' to you; for you are not my father," sneered
the girl.

"Suppose I were able to furnish you with the key to the lock of this
sealed family history of yours? Suppose I could point out to you the
place where Philip Dewberry, as you called him, carried his gipsy wife
Gentiliska; where she died without other children; and where he also
subsequently died without other heirs?" inquired Sybil.

"If you could do that, you could do wonders!" laughed the girl
incredulously.

"I believe I can do all this! I believe I can give you the sequel and
complement of the family history you have told me!" said Sybil
seriously.

"How is it possible? You can know nothing of it. I am English, you are
American. The ocean divides our countries, and the century divides that
past history from the present."

"Divides and _unites_!" said Sybil.

"But how is that?"

"Gentiliska, did you never think of connecting the two circumstances;
your race of Dewberrys searching for the estate to which they had a
claim, but no clue; and this manor of the Dubarrys, waiting in abeyance
for the heir who never comes to claim it?"

"_No!_" exclaimed the girl in some excitement, "I never did! But the
coincidence is striking too. Only--one name is Dubarry and the other is
Dewberry. Bosh, I say again! One name is even French, and the other is
English! They are not even of the same nation; how can they have any
connection with each other?"

"My dear; don't you know how easy it is to corrupt a name? Don't you see
how inevitably the aristocratic French name Dubarry would be corrupted
by ignorant people into the humble English name Dewberry?"

"Yes; but I never thought of that before."

"Now, will you let me look at that license?"

"I don't care. Only whenever I put my hands upon it, I am tempted to
tear it up."

"Do nothing of the sort; guard