It seemed, indeed, probable that Mr.Buxton, who was singularly void of worldliness or ambition for himself, would become worldly and ambitious for his son.

His hopes for Frank were all for honor and distinction here.

Mrs.Buxton's hopes were prayers.

She was fading away, as light fades into darkness on a summer evening.

No one seemed to remark the gradual progress; but she was fully conscious of it herself.