"It is power, not honour; it is the hope of elevating oneself in every respect, in the world without as well as in the world of one's own mind: it is this hope which makes me labour where I might rest, and will continue the labour to my grave.

Lucy," continued Brandon, fixing his keen eyes on his niece, "have you no ambition,--have power and pomp and place no charm for your mind ?" "None!" said Lucy, quietly and simply.
"Indeed! yet there are times when I have thought I recognized my blood in your veins.

You are sprung from a once noble, but a fallen race.

Are you ever susceptible to the weakness of ancestral pride ?" "You say," answered Lucy, "that we should care not for those who live after us; much less, I imagine, should we care for those who have lived ages before!" "Prettily answered," said Brandon, smiling.

"I will tell you at one time or another what effect that weakness you despise already once had, long after your age, upon me.