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He burst into the little sitting-room where Marion was just making tea, and sat down, scowling, on the further side of the hearth. "What is the matter?" Marion asked, mildly. During the winter a beautifying change seemed to have passed upon Atherstone's daughter.

"The wife told me," said Marion, calmly, rolling up her socks. "I say, I must look into that," said Atherstone, with discomposure. "It doesn't do to have such stories going round on our side. I wonder why Coryston chose them." "I should think because he hates that kind of thing on both sides." The slightest twinge of red might have been noticed on Miss Atherstone's cheek as she spoke.

Ay, and" he brought his face eagerly, triumphantly, close to Atherstone's "so do you, too at bottom." The doctor drew back. "I want politics to be realities, if that's what you mean," he said, coldly. "But the peaceful methods of democracy are enough for me. Well, Lord Coryston, you say you've been finding out a lot of things in these few weeks you've been settled here. What sort?"

"'If my son takes to him a wife of the daughters of Heth, what good shall my life be unto me?" quoted Coryston, laughing. "Good gracious, how handy the Bible comes in for most things! I expect you're an infidel, and don't know." He looked up curiously at Atherstone. A shade of annoyance crossed Atherstone's finely marked face. "I was the son of a Presbyterian minister," he said, shortly.

Lady Caroom put her sketch away as she heard their approaching footsteps, and looked up. Atherstone's happiness was too ridiculously apparent. He came straight over to her. "You'll give her to me, won't you?" he exclaimed. "'Pon my word, she shall be the happiest woman in England if I can make her so. I'm perfectly certain I'm the happiest man."

She watched him half eagerly, hoping for some look, some expression of sympathy. She was disappointed. His face did not relax. It seemed almost to grow harder. "He has only himself to blame," he said, slowly. "But for this ridiculous masquerading his chance was as good as Atherstone's. Quixoticism such as his is an expensive luxury." She shivered a little. "That sounds hard-hearted," she said.

Then, after a moment, he added: "Miss Atherstone's health is far too delicate for her to incur the risks of a climate like ours. If she were well acclimated, I should be glad, for it is terribly lonely up at Aikenside." "And do you really think a wife would make it pleasanter?"

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