And on perusing it: "A woman's telegram.
Don't frighten him too much; leave him the option to come or stay." He tore it up, and said, "Now write a business telegram, and make sure of the thing you want." "Come home directly--your father is dying." Old Baker started up.

"God bless you, sir," says he, "and God bless you, miss, and make you happy one day.

I'll take it myself, as my trap is at the door." He bustled out, and his carriage drove away at a great rate.
Mr.Bartley went quietly to his study to business without another word, and Mary leaned back a little exhausted by the scene, but a smile almost of happiness came and tarried on her sweet face for the first time these many days; as for old John Baker, he told his tale triumphantly at the Hall, and not without vanity, for he was proud of his good judgment in going to Mary Bartley.
To the old housekeeper, a most superior woman of his own age, and almost a lady, he said something rather remarkable which he was careful not to bestow on the young wags in the servants' hall: "Mrs.Milton," says he, "I am an old man, and have knocked about at home and abroad, and seen a deal of life, but I've seen something to-day that I never saw before." "Ay, John, surely; and what ever was that ?" "I've seen an angel pray to God, and I have seen God answer her." From that day Mary had two stout partisans in Clifford Hall.
* * * * * Mr.Bartley's views about Mary now began to waver.

It occurred to him that should Colonel Clifford die and Walter inherit his estates, he could easily come to terms with the young man so passionately devoted to his daughter.

He had only to say: "I can make no allowance at present, but I'll settle my whole fortune upon Mary and her children after my death, if you'll make a moderate settlement at present," and Walter would certainly fall into this, and not demand accounts from Mary's trustee.