“If it is to be so soon, dear,” she said, “let it be on Christmas Day.”

“So be it.  And, beloved, where shall we go?” he asked.

“Oh, away—­away from New York, and—­and Mr. Barker and Mr. Screw and all these horrid people,” she cried; for she too had confessed and told him all.

“Yes,” he said; and was silent for a moment.  “Dear one,” he began again, “there is one thing more that you ought to know—­” he stopped.

“Yes?” she said interrogatively.

“My blessed lady, I have told you the story of my birth for the first time to-day.  I thought you ought to know it.”

“That would never have made any difference, Claudius,” she answered half reproachfully.

“My uncle—­my father’s brother—­died a week before I sailed.”

“I am sorry, dear,” said she in ready sympathy; “were you fond of him?” She did not realise what he meant.

“I never remember to have seen him,” he replied; “but—­he died childless.  And I—­I am no longer a privat-docent.”  Margaret turned quickly to him, comprehending suddenly.

“Then you are the heir?” she asked.

“Yes, darling,” he said softly.  “It is a great name, and you must help me to be worthy of it.  I am no longer Dr. Claudius.”  He added the last sentence with a shade of regret.

“And you need never have taken any trouble about this stupid money, after all?  You are independent of all these people?”

“Yes,” he answered, with a smile, “entirely so.”

“I am so glad,—­so glad, you do not know,” said she, clasping her hands on his shoulder.  “You know I hated to feel you were wrangling with those lawyers for money;” and she laughed a little scornfully.

“We will have it, all the same,” said Claudius, smiling, “and you shall do as you like with it, beloved.  It was honestly got, and will bring no ill luck with it.  And now I have told you, I say, let us go to my father’s house and make it ours.”  He spoke proudly and fondly.  “Let me welcome my dear lady where her match was never welcomed before.”

“Yes, dear, we will go there.”

“Perhaps the Duke will lend us the yacht?” said Claudius.

“Yes,” said Margaret, and there was a tinge of sadness in her voice, “yes, perhaps the Duke will lend us the yacht.”

THE END.