“My kind and devoted friend, Lady Bellamy, has told me that she has spoken to you on a subject which is very near to my heart, and that you have distinctly declined to have anything to do with it.  Of course I know that the matter lies entirely within your own discretion, but I still venture to lay the following points before you.  There have, I am aware, been some painful passages between us —­passages which, under present circumstances, had much better be forgotten.  So, first, I ask you to put them quite out of your mind, and to judge of what I have to propose from a very different point of view.

“I write, Angela, to ask you to marry me it is true (since, unfortunately, my health will not allow me to ask you in person), but it is a very different offer from that which I made you in the lane when you so bitterly refused me.  Now I am solely anxious that the marriage should take place in order that I may be enabled to avoid the stringent provisions of your grandfather’s will, which, whilst forbidding me to leave these estates back to your father or his issue, fortunately does not forbid a fictitious sale and the settlement of the sum, or otherwise.  But I will not trouble you with these legal details.

“In short, I supplanted your father in youth, and I am now anxious to make every reparation in my power, and at present I am quite unable to make any.  Independently of this, it pains me to think of the estate passing away from the old stock, and I should like to know that you, who have been the only woman whom I have felt true affection for, will one day come into possession of it.  Of course, as you understand, the marriage would be nothing but a form, and if, as I am told, you object to its being gone through with the ceremonies of the Church, it could be made equally legal at a registry office.

“But please understand, Angela, that I do not wish to press you:  it is for you to judge.  Only you must judge quickly, for I am a fast- dying man, and am anxious to get this matter off my mind one way or other, in order that I may be able to give it fully to the consideration of subjects of more vital importance to one in my condition, than marrying and giving in marriage.

“Ever, dear cousin Angela,
“Affectionately yours,
“George Caresfoot.”

“P.S.—­Remember you have your father to consider in this matter as
well as yourself.”

The receipt of this letter plunged Angela into the greatest distress of mind.  It was couched in a tone so courteous and so moderate that it carried with it conviction of its sincerity and truth.  If she only had been concerned, she would not long have hesitated, but the idea of her duty to her father rose up before her like a cloud.  What was her true duty under the circumstances? there was the rub!

She took the letter to Mr. Fraser and asked his advice.  He read it carefully, and thought a long while before he answered.  The idea of Angela being united to anybody in marriage, even as a matter of form, was naturally abominable to him, but he was far too honourable and conscientious a man to allow his personal likes or dislikes to interfere with whatever he considered to be his duty.  But in the end he found it impossible to give any fixed opinion.