that
brief space she saw once more the scene in the marsh--felt, too, the icy
water, and the chill as of coming death stealing over her, even while
those brave arms held her so tightly; and, as she thought on, it seemed
to her that the life he had won from the black pit should by right be
his; and her look, as she gazed on unflinchingly in his face, was even,
though abstracted, loving, trusting enough to have sent him away at
peace. It was an answer to his question; but not yet content, he
whispered, softly: "Isa--dear Isa, may I, then, hope?" "Miss Gernon,
Sir Murray has requested me to see you back in safety," said a harsh
voice at their side; and, on turning, Brace became aware of the presence
of Lord Maudlaine, who must have approached upon the grass by which the
lane was bordered for his coming to have been unperceived. "Sir Murray
understands," continued the Viscount, "that you are often encountered
during your rides, and thinks it better that you should not be alone."

"And, pray, who was his informant?" exclaimed Brace, fiercely.

"I was," said his lordship, in cold, meaning tones. "If you have any
more to say you know my address."

Brace Norton felt that he had, indeed, much more to say, but a glance at
Isa Gernon's troubled face restrained him, and in silence he allowed
them to pass away; but not without his seeing that Lord Maudlaine was
talking earnestly to what seemed unwilling ears.

The next day, after a sleepless night, Brace Norton rode over to the
Castle, sent in his card, and asked to see Sir Murray Gernon.

In five minutes the answer came back that Sir Murray Gernon was engaged.

Feeling the slight deeply, but all the same nothing daunted, Brace
called again and again, nerved by his strong, honest love, and
determined to avow boldly that love, so as not to be accused of
clandestine acts. Had he gained an interview, he would have earnestly
pleaded his cause with the father, and have asked his sanction; but it
was evident to Brace from the very first that Sir Murray would not see
him, so he wrote a long appealing letter, the blood burning in his
cheeks as he indited each line, asking favour towards his suit, but not
with shame--his love was too honest for that.

Restless and impatient, Brace Norton awaited the reply, till he seemed
almost in a state of fever. Both Captain and Mrs Norton knew the
cause, but they were silent from the impression that it would be better
for their son to find