“Then look upon her in that light now,” Bessie said, but Jack only shook his head as he replied: 

“I have loved you, Bessie.  I shall never love another.  Farewell, and God bless you.”

Stooping over her, he kissed her forehead, and then walked rapidly away with her question occasionally ringing in his ears and stirring new and strange thoughts in his heart where the pain was still so heavy.

“Why don’t you marry Flossie?”

CHAPTER XX.

WHAT THE McPHERSONS DID.

They did just as little as they could, at least that portion of the family which was at Vichy when the news of Archie’s death was received there.  This portion comprised the Hon. John and Lady Jane, for Neil had already started for Moscow with Blanche and a few other young people.

“How very inconvenient that he should die just now when we are so far from Wales.  It is quite impossible for you to undertake the long journey in this hot weather; and what good could you do if you were there?  You could not pretend to be sorry, and we are not able to do much for the girl; Neil’s trip will take all our spare cash,” Lady Jane said, as she read the telegram received from Jack, and that decided her better-half at once.

If Lady Jane said he could not go, he could not, but something of his better nature prompted him to say that he would pay the funeral expenses.  This, however, he kept from his wife, who, dismissing Stoneleigh from her mind, resumed her daily routine of duties—­baths at seven, music in the park at eight, breakfast at ten, gossip till one, sleeping till three, driving at four, dressing for dinner, dining at six, and going to the casino in the evening.  This was her life, while the Hon. John bathed, and smoked, and read the newspapers, and called it all a confounded bore, and wished himself at home, and thought not unfrequently of Stoneleigh and what was to become of Bessie.

Meantime Neil was enjoying himself immensely.  His mother had given him plenty of money, and his companions and surroundings were most agreeable to him.  And still, he never for a moment swerved in his heart from Bessie; that is, he never harbored the thought that she would not one day be his wife, and he still hugged the delusion that he preferred poverty with her to riches with any other woman in all the world.  But until the time arrived when he must take her and poverty, he surely might enjoy himself, and he was doing so to the best of his ability when Jack’s letter came, informing him of Archie’s death and of his intention to make Bessie his wife if she would have him.

Then Neil roused himself, and, telling his party what had happened, said he must start for Stoneleigh at once.  Mr. McPherson was dead, and his Cousin Bessie was alone, and it was his duty to go to her; and in spite of Blanche’s entreaties and his friends’ protestations against it, he started immediately, and, travelling day and night, reached Stoneleigh on the afternoon of the day of Jack’s departure.