“I cannot help it,” he answered, moodily, wishing more than ever that she would go.

“John;” she fidgeted with her bonnet strings, and her voice trembled a little; “John, if you are quite sure you will never live there yourself, why should not Maurice have it?”

“Maurice!  Has he told you to ask for it?” He sat bolt upright in his chair; he was attentive enough now; the idea that Maurice had commissioned his mother to ask for something he had not ventured to ask for himself was not pleasant to him.  “Is it Maurice who has sent you?”

“No, no, my dear John; certainly not; why, I haven’t seen Maurice for weeks and weeks; he never comes to town now.  But I’ll tell you why the idea came to me.  I called just now in Princes Gate; poor old Mr. Harlowe has had a stroke—­it is certain he cannot live long now, after the severe attack he had of bronchitis, too, two months ago.  I just saw Helen for a minute, she reported him to be unconscious.  If he dies, he must surely leave Helen something; it may not be all, but it will be at least a competency; and I was thinking, John, that if you did not want Kynaston, and would let them live there, the marriage might come off at last; they have been attached to each other a long time, and to live rent free would be a great thing.”

“How are they to keep it up?  Kynaston is an expensive place.”

“Well, I thought, John, perhaps, if Maurice looks after the property, you might consider him as your agent, and allow him something, and that and her money——­”

“Yes, yes, I understand; well, I will see; wait, at all events, till Mr. Harlowe is dead.  I will think it over.  No, I don’t see any reason why they should not live there if they like;” he sighed, wearily, and his mother went away, feeling that she had reason to be satisfied with her morning’s work.

She was in such a hurry to install her darling there—­to see him viceroy in the place where now it was certain he must eventually be king.  Why should he be doomed to wait till Kynaston came to him in the course of nature; why should he not enter upon his kingdom at once, since Sir John, by his own confession, would never marry or live there himself?

Lady Kynaston was very far from wishing evil to her eldest son, but for years she had hoped that he would remain unmarried; for a short time she had been forced to lay her dreams aside, and she had striven to forget them and to throw herself with interest into her eldest son’s engagement; but now that the marriage was broken off, all her old schemes and plans came back to her again.  She was working and planning again for Maurice’s happiness and aggrandisement.  She wanted to see him in his father’s house, “Kynaston of Kynaston,” before she died, and to know that his future was safe.  To see him married to Helen and living at Kynaston appeared to her to be the very best that she could desire for him.  In time, of course, the title and the money