as one of England's worthiest worthies. Though not
born as yet his career should already be a care to you. And that he may
be great you should rejoice that you yourself are great already."

After that he went away, leaving messages for Lord George and the
family. He bade her tell Lady Sarah that he would not intrude on the
present occasion, but that he hoped to be allowed to see the ladies of
the family very shortly after the funeral.

Poor Mary could not but be bewildered by the difference of the two
lessons she had received on this the first day of her assured honours.
And she was the more perplexed because both her instructors had
appeared to her to be right in their teaching. The pagan exaltation of
her father at the death of his enemy she could put on one side,
excusing it by the remembrance of the terrible insult which she knew
that he had received. But the upshot of his philosophy she did receive
as true, and she declared to herself that she would harbour in her
heart of hearts the lessons which he had given her as to her own child,
lessons which must be noble as they tended to the well-being of the
world at large. To make her child able to do good to others, to assist
in making him able and anxious to do so,--to train him from the first
in that way,--what wish could be more worthy of a mother than this? But
yet the humility and homely carefulness inculcated by Lady Sarah,--was
not that lesson also true? Assuredly yes! And yet how should she
combine the two?

She was unaware that within herself there was a power, a certain
intellectual alembic of which she was quite unconscious, by which she
could distil the good of each, and quietly leave the residuum behind
her as being of no moment.

CHAPTER LXII.

THE WILL.

Lord George came back to England as quick as the trains would carry
him, and with him came the sad and mournful burden which had to be
deposited in the vaults of the parish church at Manor Cross. There must
be a decent tombstone now that the life was gone, with decent words
upon it and a decent effigy,--even though there had been nothing decent
in the man's life. The long line of past Marquises must be perpetuated,
and Frederic Augustus, the tenth peer of the name, must be made to lie
with the others. Lord George, therefore,--for he was still Lord George
till after the funeral,--travelled with his sad burden, some deputy
undertaker having special charge of it, and rested for a few hours in