‘I am afraid not.’

’Ah!  I forgot you were a heretic, poor thing!  How inconvenient!  And so you will not come with me to the bull-fight next Sunday?’

Such being Rosita’s ideas on the point, Mary gave up much hope in her influence, and tried what a good-humoured announcement of her re-establishment of the English breakfast would effect towards bringing her father to a tete-a-tete, but he never came near it.  The waiting in silence was miserable enough for herself, but she would have continued to bear it except for the injustice to Louis, who must not be kept in suspense.  The departure of the next English mail should be the limit of her endurance, and after a day of watching, she finally went up to her father when he would have bidden her good night, and said, in English, ’Papa, if you please, I must speak to you.’

’So you shall, my dear, but we are all tired; we must have our night’s rest.’

’No, papa, it must be to-night, if you please.  It is necessary for me to know before to-morrow how I am to write to Lord Fitzjocelyn.’

‘Pshaw!  Mary, I’ve settled that young fellow!’

‘Papa, I don’t think you know—­’

’I’ve written him a civil answer, if that’s what you mean, much civiller than he or his father deserve,’ he said, speaking loud, and trying to fling away from her, but she stood her ground, and spoke calmly and. steadily, though her heart beat violently.

’You do not understand the true state of the case, papa; and without doing so, you cannot write such an answer aa they deserve.’

‘I know this, that old Ormersfield has been the curse of my life!’ and out poured one of those torrents of fierce passion which had been slowly but surely the death of his wife.  Mary had never heard one in the full tide before, but she stood firm; there were none of the tears, auch as, in her mother, had been wont to exasperate him further, but with pale cheeks, compressed lips, and hands locked together, her heart was one silent entreaty that it might be forgiven him above.  Thus she stood while the storm of anger raged, and when at last it had exhausted itself, he said, in a lower voice, ’And so you are still taken with this fellow’s son, this young puppy!  I thought you had more spirit and sense, Mary, or I never would have trusted you among them.’

’There are very few people in this world half so good or so right-minded as Fitzjocelyn,’ said Mary, earnestly and deliberately.  ’It was he who bade me come to you, well knowing that we could never be happy without your consent.’

’Oh! he did so, did he?  He is deeper than I thought would not risk your fortune.  Why, Mary, I did not think a girl of your sense could be so taken in!  It is transparent, I tell you.  They get you there, flatter you up with their attentions, but when they find you too wise for them the first time, off goes this youth to Miss Conway, finds her a bad speculation, no heiress at all, and disposes