truth; we know it from Mrs. Lecount, who found the bottle locked up in her own room.  If you marry Miss Vanstone, you make this wretch your sister-in-law.  She becomes a member of our family.  All the disgrace of what she has done; all the disgrace of what she may do—­and the Devil, who possesses her, only knows what lengths she may go to next—­becomes our disgrace.  Good heavens, George, consider what a position that is!  Consider what pitch you touch, if you make this woman your sister-in-law.”

“You have put your side of the question, admiral,” said George resolutely; “now let me put mine.  A certain impression is produced on me by a young lady whom I meet with under very interesting circumstances.  I don’t act headlong on that impression, as I might have done if I had been some years younger; I wait, and put it to the trial.  Every time I see this young lady the impression strengthens; her beauty grows on me, her character grows on me; when I am away from her, I am restless and dissatisfied; when I am with her, I am the happiest man alive.  All I hear of her conduct from those who know her best more than confirms the high opinion I have formed of her.  The one drawback I can discover is caused by a misfortune for which she is not responsible—­the misfortune of having a sister who is utterly unworthy of her.  Does this discovery—­an unpleasant discovery, I grant you—­destroy all those good qualities in Miss Vanstone for which I love and admire her?  Nothing of the sort—­it only makes her good qualities all the more precious to me by contrast.  If I am to have a drawback to contend with—­and who expects anything else in this world?—­I would infinitely rather have the drawback attached to my wife’s sister than to my wife.  My wife’s sister is not essential to my happiness, but my wife is.  In my opinion, sir, Mrs. Noel Vanstone has done mischief enough already.  I don’t see the necessity of letting her do more mischief, by depriving me of a good wife.  Right or wrong, that is my point of view.  I don’t wish to trouble you with any questions of sentiment.  All I wish to say is that I am old enough by this time to know my own mind, and that my mind is made up.  If my marriage is essential to the execution of your intentions on my behalf, there is only one woman in the world whom I can marry, and that woman is Miss Vanstone.”

There was no resisting this plain declaration.  Admiral Bartram rose from his chair without making any reply, and walked perturbedly up and down the room.

The situation was emphatically a serious one.  Mrs. Girdlestone’s death had already produced the failure of one of the two objects contemplated by the Secret Trust.  If the third of May arrived and found George a single man, the second (and last) of the objects would then have failed in its turn.  In little more than a fortnight, at the very latest, the Banns must be published in Ossory church, or the time would fail for compliance with one of the stipulations insisted on in the Trust.  Obstinate as the admiral was by nature, strongly as he felt the objections which attached to his nephew’s contemplated alliance, he recoiled in spite of himself, as he paced the room and saw the facts on either side immovably staring him in the face.