the grim old man of whom she had heard so much evil would soon be her uncle.  According to arrangement, Mr Burgess was shewn upstairs by his nephew.  Barty Burgess had been born in this very house, but had not been inside the walls of it for more than thirty years.  He also was somewhat awed by the occasion, and followed his nephew without a word.  Brooke was to remain at hand, so that he might be summoned should he be wanted; but it had been decided by Miss Stanbury that he should not be present at the interview.  As soon as her visitor entered the room she rose in a stately way, and curtseyed, propping herself with one hand upon the table as she did so.  She looked him full in the face meanwhile, and curtseying a second time, asked him to seat himself in a chair which had been prepared for him.  She did it all very well, and it may be surmised that she had rehearsed the little scene, perhaps more than once, when nobody was looking at her.  He bowed, and walked round to the chair and seated himself; but finding that he was so placed that he could not see his neighbour’s face, he moved his chair.  He was not going to fight such a duel as this with the disadvantage of the sun in his eyes.

Hitherto there had hardly been a word spoken.  Miss Stanbury had muttered something as she was curtseying, and Barty Burgess had made some return.  Then she began:  ‘Mr Burgess,’ she said, ’I am indebted to you for your complaisance in coming here at my request.’  To this he bowed again.  ’I should not have ventured thus to trouble you were it not that years are dealing more hardly with me than they are with you, and that I could not have ventured to discuss a matter of deep interest otherwise than in my own room.’  It was her room now, certainly, by law; but Barty Burgess remembered it when it was his mother’s room, and when she used to give them all their meals there now so many, many years ago!  He bowed again, and said not a word.  He knew well that she could sooner be brought to her point by his silence than by his speech.

She was a long time coming to her point.  Before she could do so she was forced to allude to times long past, and to subjects which she found it very difficult to touch without saying that which would either belie herself, or seem to be severe upon him.  Though she had prepared herself, she could hardly get the words spoken, and she was greatly impeded by the obstinacy of his silence.  But at last her proposition was made to him.  She told him that his nephew, Brooke, was about to be married to her niece, Dorothy; and that it was her intention to make Brooke her heir in the bulk of the property which she had received under the will of the late Mr Brooke Burgess.  ‘Indeed,’ she said, ’all that I received at your brother’s hands shall go back to your brother’s family unimpaired’ He only bowed, and would not say a word.  Then she went on to say that it had at first been a mater to her of deep regret that Brooke should have set