sighed, but did not dispute the assertion. Audley
resumed. "And therefore, I presume, that on sending for me, you have
something of moment to communicate."

"It relates to Harley," said the Countess, as if in apology; "and I would
take your advice."

"To Harley! speak on, I beseech you."

"My son has probably told you that he has educated and reared a young
girl, with the intention to make her Lady L'Estrange, and hereafter
Countess of Lansmere."

"Harley has no secrets from me," said Egerton, mournfully.

"This young lady has arrived in England--is here--in this house."

"And Harley too?"

"No, she came over with Lady N her daughters. Harley was to follow
shortly, and I expect him daily. Here is his letter. Observe, he has never
yet communicated his intentions to this young person, now intrusted to my
care--never spoken to her as the lover."

Egerton took the letter and read it rapidly, though with attention.

"True," said he, as he returned the letter: "and before he does so, he
wishes you to see Miss Digby and to judge of her yourself--wishes to know
if you will approve and sanction his choice."

"It is on this that I would consult you--a girl without rank;--the father,
it is true, a gentleman, though almost equivocally one,--but the mother, I
know not what. And Harley for whom I hoped an alliance with the first
houses in England!" The Countess pressed her hands convulsively together.

_Egerton._--"He is no more a boy. His talents have been wasted--his life a
wanderer's. He presents to you a chance of re-settling his mind, of
re-arousing his native powers, of a home besides your own. Lady Lansmere,
you cannot hesitate!"

_Lady Lansmere._--"I do, I do! After all that I have hoped, after all that
I did to prevent"--

_Egerton_ (interrupting her).--"You owe him now an atonement: that is in
your power--it is not in mine."

The Countess again pressed Audley's hand, and the tears gushed from her
eyes. "It shall be so. I consent--I consent. I will silence, I will crush
back this proud heart. Alas! it wellnigh broke his own! I am glad you
speak thus. I like to think he owes my consent to you. In that there is
atonement for both--both."

"You are too generous, madam," said Egerton, evidently moved, though
still, as ever, striving to repress emotion. "And may I see the young
lady? This conference pains me; you see even my strong nerves quiver; and
at this time I have much to go through--need of all my strengt