"When your father returns all these things will be seen to." "We have no brother," continued Beatrice.

"Every baron here seems to have been succeeded by his son--who will succeed my father ?" "His next of kin," replied Lady Earle, sadly--"Lionel Dacre; he is a third cousin of Lord Earle.

He will have both title and estate." She signed deeply; it was a real trouble to Lady Helena that she should never see her son's son, never love and nurse, never bless the heir of Earlescourt.
Lillian delighted most in the magnificent gardens, the thickly wild wooded park, where every dell was filled with flowers and ferns, every knoll crowned with noble trees.

The lake, with white lilies sleeping on its tranquil bosom and weeping willows touching its clear surface, pleased her most of all.

As they stood on its banks, Beatrice, looking into the transparent depths, shuddered, and turned quickly away.
"I am tired of water," she said; "nothing wearied me so much at Knutsford as the wide, restless sea.