At length, however, by the time Herman had seated himself beside Nora, Hannah recovered her presence of mind and power of motion; and she went to him and said: 

“Mr. Brudenell!  Is this well?  Could you not leave her in peace?”

“No, I could not leave her!  Yes, it is well, Hannah!  The burden I spoke of is unexpectedly lifted from my life!  I am a restored man.  And I have come here to-day to ask Nora, in your presence, and with your consent, to be my wife!”

“And with your mother’s consent, Mr. Brudenell?”

“Hannah, that was unkind of you to throw a damper upon my joy.  And look at me, I have not been in such robust health myself since you drove me away!”

As he said this, Nora’s hand, which he held, closed convulsively on his, and she murmured under her breath: 

“Have you been ill?  You are not pale!”

“No, love, I was only sad at our long separation; now you see I am flushed with joy; for now I shall see you every day!” he replied, lifting her hand to his lips.

Hannah was dreadfully disturbed.  She was delighted to see life, and light, and color flowing back to her sister’s face; but she was dismayed at the very cause of this—­the presence of Herman Brudenell.  The instincts of her affections and the sense of her duties were at war in her bosom.  The latter as yet was in the ascendency.  It was under its influence she spoke again.

“But, Mr. Brudenell, your mother?”

“Hannah!  Hannah! don’t be disagreeable!  You are too young to play duenna yet!” he said gayly.

“I do not know what you mean by duenna, Mr. Brudenell, but I know what is due to your mother,” replied the elder sister gravely.

“Mother, mother, mother; how tiresome you are, Hannah, everlastingly repeating the same word over and over again!  You shall not make us miserable.  We intend to be happy, now, Nora and myself.  Do we not, dearest?” he added, changing the testy tone in which he had spoken to the elder sister for one of the deepest tenderness as he turned and addressed the younger.

“Yes, but, your mother,” murmured Nora very softly and timidly.

“You too!  Decidedly that word is infectious, like yawning!  Well, my dears, since you will bring it on the tapis, let us discuss and dismiss it.  My mother is a very fine woman, Hannah; but she is unreasonable, Nora.  She is attached to what she calls her ‘order,’ my dears, and never would consent to my marriage with any other than a lady of rank and wealth.”

“Then you must give up Nora, Mr. Brudenell,” said Hannah gravely.

“Yes, indeed,” assented poor Nora, under her breath, and turning pale.

“May the Lord give me up if I do!” cried the young man impetuously.

“You will never defy your mother,” said Hannah.

“Oh, no! oh, no!  I should be frightened to death,” gasped Nora, trembling between weakness and fear.