it now, won't you?'—oh, won't you?' 

 Mary would have been a wonderful person had she not instantly and utterly forgotten all her conclusions from Frampton's having declared him gone to Beauchastel for an unlimited time; but all she did was to turn away her crimson tearful face, and reply, 'Your father would not wish it now.' 

 'Then the speculations have failed? So much the better!' 

 'No, no! he must tell you—' 

 She was trying to withdraw her hand, when Lord Ormersfield opened the door, and in the moment of his amazed 'Louis!' Mary had fled. 

 'What is it? oh! what is it, father? cried Louis for all greeting, 'why can she say you would not wish it now?' 

 'Wish it? wish what?' asked the Earl, without the intuitive perception of the meaning of the pronoun. 

 'What you have always wished—Mary and me—What is the only happiness that life can offer me!' 

 'If I wished it a year ago, I could only wish it the more now,' said the Earl.  'But how is this?—I fully believed you committed to Miss Conway.' 

 'Miss Conway! Miss Conway!' burst out Louis, in a frenzy.  'Because Jem Frost was in love with her himself, he fancied every one else must be the same, and now he will be married to her before Christmas, so that's disposed of. As to my feeling for her a particle, a shred of what I do for Mary, it was a mere fiction—a romance, an impossibility.' 

 'I do not understand you, Louis. Why did you not find this out before?' 

 'Mrs. Ponsonby called it my duty to test my feelings, and I have tested them. That one is a beautiful poet's dream. Mary is a woman, the only woman I can ever love. Not an hour but I have felt it, and now, father, what does she mean?' 

 'She means, poor girl, what only her own scrupulous delicacy could regard as an objection, but what renders me still more desirous to have a right to protect her. The cause of our return—' 

 'How? I thought her father was dead.' 

 'Far worse. At Valparaiso we met Robson, the confidential agent. I learnt from him that Mr. Ponsonby had hardly waited for her mother's death to marry a Limenian, a person whom everything pointed out as unfit to associate with his daughter. Even Robson, 

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