“I fancy Sir Edward Lucas is of that opinion.”

“Yes, Sir Edward is quite captivated, but he will easily console himself.  The squire has intimated to him that he has other views for her; the young man is cool to me in consequence.”

Miss Burleigh became reflective:  “Miss Fairfax’s position is changed, Cecil.  A good connexion and a good dower are one thing, and an heiress presumptive to Kirkham is another.  Perhaps you would as lief remain a bachelor?”

“If Miss Fairfax prove impregnable—­yes.”

“You will test her, then?”

“Surely.  It is in the bond.  I have had her help, and will pay her the compliment.”

Miss Burleigh regarded her brother with almost as much perplexity as she regarded Miss Fairfax.  The thought passed through her mind that he did not wish even her to suspect how much his feelings were engaged in the pursuit of that uncertain young lady because he anticipated a refusal; but what she thought she kept to herself, and less interested persons did not observe that there was any relaxation in the aspirant member’s assiduities to Miss Fairfax.  Bessie accepted them with quiet simplicity.  She knew that her grandfather was bearing the main cost of Mr. Cecil Burleigh’s canvass, and she might interpret his kindnesses as gratitude:  it cannot be averred that she did so interpret them, for she gave nobody her confidence, but the plea was open to her.

Lady Angleby welcomed Miss Fairfax on her second visit to Brentwood as if she were already a daughter of the house.  It had not entered into her mind to imagine that her magnificent nephew could experience the slight of a rejection by this unsophisticated, lively little girl.  She had quite reconciled herself to the change in Bessie’s prospects, and looked forward to the marriage with satisfaction undiminished:  Mr. Fairfax had much in his power with reference to settlements, and the conduct of his son Laurence would be an excitement to use it to the utmost extent.  His granddaughter in any circumstances would be splendidly dowered.  Nothing could be prettier than Bessie’s behavior during this critical short interval before the election, and strangers were enchanted with her.  A few more persons who knew her better were falling into a state of doubt—­her grandfather amongst them—­but nothing was said to her, for it was best the state of doubt should continue, and not be converted into a state of certainty until the crisis was over.

It was soon over now, and resulted in the return of Mr. Cecil Burleigh as the representative of Norminster in the Conservative interest, and the ignominious defeat of Mr. Bradley.  Once more the blue party held up its head in the ancient city, and Mr. Fairfax, Mr. Chiverton, and others, their Tory contemporaries, were at ease again for the safety of the country.  Mr. Burleigh the elder had come from Carisfort for the election, and he now for the first time saw the young lady of whom he had heard so much.  He was