s offer to Lucy Morris in his chambers,--that a woman such
as was his cousin Lizzie was fitter to be the wife of a man thrown,
as he must be, into the world, than a dear, quiet, domestic little
girl such as Lucy Morris. But to Lucy Morris he was engaged, and
therefore there was an end of it.

The next morning he sent his love to his cousin, asking whether he
should see her before he went. It was still necessary that he should
know what attorneys to employ on her behalf if the threatened bill
were filed by Messrs. Camperdown. Then he suggested a firm in his
note. Might he put the case into the hands of Mr. Townsend, who
was a friend of his own? There came back to him a scrap of paper,
an old envelope, on which were written the names of Mowbray and
Mopus;--Mowbray and Mopus in a large scrawling hand, and with pencil.
He put the scrap of paper into his pocket, feeling that he could not
remonstrate with her at this moment, and was prepared to depart, when
there came a message to him. Lady Eustace was still unwell, but had
risen; and if it were not giving him too much trouble, would see him
before he went. He followed the messenger to the same little room,
looking out upon the sea, and then found her, dressed indeed, but
with a white morning wrapper on, and with hair loose over her
shoulders. Her eyes were red with weeping, and her face was pale, and
thin, and woe-begone. "I am so sorry that you are ill, Lizzie," he
said.

"Yes, I am ill;--sometimes very ill; but what does it matter? I did
not send for you, Frank, to speak of aught so trivial as that. I have
a favour to ask."

"Of course I will grant it."

"It is your forgiveness for my conduct yesterday."

"Oh, Lizzie!"

"Say that you forgive me. Say it!"

"How can I forgive where there has been no fault?"

"There has been fault. Say that you forgive me." And she stamped her
foot as she demanded his pardon.

"I do forgive you," he said.

"And now, one farewell." She then threw herself upon his breast and
kissed him. "Now, go," she said; "go, and come no more to me, unless
you would see me mad. May God Almighty bless you, and make you
happy!" As she uttered this prayer she held the door in her hand, and
there was nothing for him but to leave her.

CHAPTER XXXII

Mr. and Mrs. Hittaway in Scotland

A great many people go to Scotland in the autumn. When you have
your autumn holiday in hand to dispose of it, there is nothing more
aristocratic that you