“So happy as that, art thou?  Good!  Come in, and tell us what has happened to thee.”

But Lysbet divined the joy in her grandson’s face; and she said softly as he seated himself at the open window where his grandfather’s chair was placed—­

“It is Cornelia?”

“Yes, it is Cornelia.  She loves me!  The most charming girl the sun ever shone upon loves me.  It is incredible!  It is amazing!  I cannot believe in my good fortune.  Will you assure me it is possible?  I want to hear some one say so—­and who is there but my grandfather and you?  I do not like to tell my mother, just yet.  What do you say?”

“I say that thou hast chosen a good girl for a wife.  God bless thee,” answered Lysbet with great emotion.

Van Heemskirk smiled, but was silent; and Hyde stooped forward, gently moved his long pipe away from his lips, and said, “Grandfather, speak, You know Cornelia Moran?”

“I have seen her.  With thee I saw her—­walking with thee—­dancing with thee.  A great beauty I thought her.  Thy grandmother says she is good.  Well, then, the love of a good, beautiful girl, is something to be glad over.  Not twice in a lifetime comes such great fortune.  But make up thy mind to expect much opposition.  Doctor John and thy father were ever unfriends.  Thy father has other plans for thee; Cornelia’s father has doubtless other plans for her.  Few men can stand against Doctor John; he has the word, and the way, to carry all before him.  I know not how the little Cornelia can dare to disobey him.”

“She has said ‘yes’ to me; and, before heaven and earth, she will stand by it.”

“Say that much.  And of thyself, art thou sure?”

“Why art thou throwing cold water on such sweet hopes?” said Lysbet to her husband.

“Because, when love flames beyond duty and honour and all expediences, Lysbet, some one a little cold water ought to throw.  And thou will not do it.  No!  Rather, would thou add fuel to the flame.”

“I know not what you mean, sir,” said Hyde, vaguely troubled by his grandfather’s words.

“I think thou knowest well what I mean.  Thy father has told thee that thy duty and thy honour are pledged to Annie Hyde.”

“I never pledged!  Never!”

“But, as in thy baptism thy father made vows for thee, so also for thy marriage he made promises.  Noble birth has responsibility, as well as privilege.  For thyself alone it is not permitted thee to live, from both the past and the future there are demands on thee.”

“Grandfather, this living for the future is the curse of the English land-owners.  They enjoy not the present, for they are busy taking care of the years they will never see.  Their sons are in their way; it is their grandsons and their great-grandsons that interest them.  Why should my father plan for my marriage?  He may be Earl Hyde for twenty years—­ and I hope he will.  For twenty years Cornelia and I can be happy here in America; and twenty years is a great opportunity.  Everything can happen in twenty years.  Of one thing I am sure—­I will marry Cornelia Moran, even if I run away with her to the ends of the earth.”