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Updated: June 3, 2025
Charles Lovel was a clergyman, with a good living at Yoxham, in Yorkshire, who had married a rich wife, a woman with some two thousand a year of her own, and was therefore well to do in the world. His two sons were at Harrow, and he had one other child, a daughter. With them also lived a Miss Lovel, Aunt Julia, who was supposed of all the Lovels to be the wisest and most strong-minded.
If I am your friend, I must be your best friend, as being, though poor, the head of your family. The Lovels should at least love each other; and cousins may love, even though they should not love enough to be man and wife." "I will love you so always." "Enough to be my wife?" "Enough to be your dear cousin, your loving sister." "So it shall be, unless it can be more.
She looked wistfully up into his face. With her there was a real wish that the poles might be joined together by her future husband. She had found, as she had thought of it, that she could not make herself either happy or contented except by marrying him, but it had not been without regret that she had consented to destroy altogether the link which bound her to the noble blood of the Lovels.
She saw it all in his eyes, reading much more there than he could read in hers. She was degraded in his estimation, and felt that evil worse almost than the loss of his love. For the last three weeks she had been a real Lovel among the Lovels. That was all over now.
'You have not the glossy eye of the true Roman. 'No Roman am I, my sister, save by adoption. As a lad I left the Gentiles' roof for the merry tent of Egypt, and for many years I called Lovels and Stanleys my blood-brothers. 'Then why come you with a double face, little child? croaked the beldam, who knew that Baltic was speaking the truth from his knowledge of the gipsy tongue.
He would have revelled in the pride of thinking that all of them should say that he had wanted and had won the girl only, and not the wealth of the Lovels; that he had taken only what was his own, and that his wife would be dependent on him, not he on her. But this was not possible.
"Did you like him?" asked the mother, not immediately after the interview, but when the evening came. "Oh yes, how should one not like him?" "How indeed! He is the finest, noblest youth that ever my eyes rested on, and so like the Lovels." "Was my father like that?"
They had heard how charming she was, how all the Lovels had accepted her, how deeply was the Earl in love; and, lo, she sat in the house silent and almost unregarded. Of course, the story of the lawsuit, with such variations as rumour might give it, was known to them all.
Had she been permitted to dream that it was all so settled that her grandchild would become of all Earl Lovels the most wealthy and most splendid, she would have triumphed indeed. But, as it was, there was no spot in her future career brighter to her than those long years of suffering which she had passed in the hope that some day her child might be successful. Triumph indeed!
She already began to have feelings about the family to which she had been a stranger before she had come among the Lovels. And if it really would make him happy, this Phoebus, how glorious would that be! How fit he was to be made happy! Daniel had said that he was sordid, false, fraudulent, and a fool; but Daniel did not, could not, understand the nature of the Lovels.
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