Oldenhurst　to　the　quaint　old　church；　who　came　to　view　the　green…
  wreathed　monuments；　and　walls　spotted　with　crimson　berries；　as　if
  with　the　blood　of　former　Oldenhurst　warriors；　and　to　impress　the
  wondering　villagers　with　the　ineffable　goodness　and　bounty　of　the
  Creator　towards　the　Lords　of　Oldenhurst　and　their　friends。　　Sir
  Robert；　a　little　gouty；　kept　the　house；　and　Bradley；　somewhat
  uneasy　at　the　Sharpes'　absence；　but　more　distrait　with　other
  thoughts；　wandered　listlessly　in　the　long　library。　　At　the　lower
  angle　it　was　embayed　into　the　octagon　space　of　a　former　tower；
  which　was　furnished　as　a　quaint　recess　for　writing　or　study；
  pierced　through　its　enormous　walls　with　a　lance…shaped　window；
  hidden　by　heavy　curtains。　　He　was　gazing　abstractedly　at　the
  melancholy　eyes　of　Sir　Percival；　looking　down　from　the　dark　panel
  opposite；　when　he　heard　the　crisp　rustle　of　a　skirt。　　Lady
  Canterbridge　tightly　and　stiffly　buttoned　in　black　from　her　long
  narrow　boots　to　her　slim；　white…collared　neck；　stood　beside　him
  with　a　prayer…book　in　her　ungloved　hand。　　Bradley　colored　quickly；
  the　penetrating　incense　of　the　Christmas　boughs　and　branches　that
  decked　the　walls　and　ceilings；　mingled　with　some　indefinable
  intoxicating　aura　from　the　woman　at　his　side；　confused　his　senses。
  He　seemed　to　be　losing　himself　in　some　forgotten　past　coeval　with
  the　long；　quaintly…lighted　room；　the　rich　hangings；　and　the　painted
  ancestor　of　this　handsome　woman。　　He　recovered　himself　with　an
  effort；　and　said；
  〃You　are　going　to　church？〃
  〃I　may　meet　them　coming　home；　it's　all　the　same。　　You　like　HIM？〃
  she　said　abruptly；　pointing　to　the　portrait。　　〃I　thought　you　did
  not　care　for　that　sort　of　man　over　there。〃
  〃A　man　like　that　must　have　felt　the　impotence　of　his　sacrifice
  before　he　died；　and　that　condoned　everything；〃　said　Bradley；
  thoughtfully。
  〃Then　you　don't　think　him　a　fool？　　Bob　says　it　was　a　fair　bargain
  for　a　title　and　an　office；　and　that　by　dying　he　escaped　trial　and
  the　confiscation　of　what　he　had。〃
  Bradley　did　not　reply。
  〃I　am　disturbing　your　illusions　again。　　Yet　I　rather　like　them。　　I
  think　you　are　quite　capable　of　a　sacrificeperhaps　you　know　what
  it　is　already。〃
  He　felt　that　she　was　looking　at　him；　he　felt　equally　that　he　could
  not　respond　with　a　commonplace。　　He　was　silent。
  〃I　have　offended　you　again；　Mr。　Bradley；〃　she　said。　　〃Please　be
  Christian；　and　pardon　me。　　You　know　this　is　a　season　of　peace　and
  goodwill。〃　　She　raised　her　blue　eyes　at　the　same　moment　to　the
  Christmas　decorations　on　the　ceiling。　　They　were　standing　before
  the　parted　drapery　of　the　lance　window。　　Midway　between　the　arched
  curtains　hung　a　spray　of　mistletoethe　conceit　of　a　mischievous
  housemaid。　　Their　eyes　met　it　simultaneously。
  Bradley　had　Lady　Canterbridge's　slim；　white　hand　in　his　own。　　The
  next　moment　voices　were　heard　in　the　passage；　and　the　door　nearly
  opposite　to　them　opened　deliberately。　　The　idea　of　their　apparent
  seclusion　and　half　compromising　attitude　flashed　through　the　minds
  of　both　at　the　same　time。　　Lady　Canterbridge　stepped　quickly
  backward；　drawing　Bradley　with　her；　into　the　embrasure　of　the
  window；　the　folds　of　the　curtain　swung　together　and　concealed　them
  from　view。
  The　door　had　been　opened　by　the　footman；　ushering　in　a　broad…
  shouldered　man；　who　was　carrying　a　travelling…bag　and　an　umbrella
  in　his　hand。　　Dropping　into　an　arm…chair　before　the　curtain；　he
  waved　away　the　footman；　who；　even　now；　mechanically　repeated　a
  previously　vain　attempt　to　relieve　the　stranger　of　his　luggage。
  〃You　leave　that　'ere　grip　sack　where　it　is；　young　man；　and　tell　Sir
  Robert　Mainwaring　that　Mr。　Demander　Sharpe；　of　Californy；　wishes　to
  see　himon　businesson　BUSINESS；　do　ye'　hear？　　You　hang　onter
  that　sentenceon　BUSINESS！　it's　about　ez　much　ez　you　kin　carry；　I
  reckon；　and　leave　that　grip　sack　alone。〃
  From　behind　the　curtain　Bradley　made　a　sudden　movement　to　go
  forward；　but　Lady　Canterbridgenow　quite　pale　but　collected
  restrained　him　with　a　warning　movement　of　her　hand。　　Sir　Robert's
  stick　and　halting　step　were　next　heard　along　the　passage；　and　he
  entered　the　room。　　His　simple　and　courteous　greeting　of　the
  stranger　was　instantly　followed　by　a　renewed　attack　upon　the　〃grip
  sack；〃　and　a　renewed　defence　of　it　by　the　stranger。
  〃No；　Sir　Robert；〃　said　the　voice　argumentatively；　〃this　yer's　a
  BUSINESS　interview；　and　until　it's　overif　YOU　pleasewe'll
  remain　ez　we　air。　　I'm　Demander　Sharpe；　of　Californy；　and　I　and　my
  darter；　Minty；　oncet　had　the　pleasure　of　knowing　your　boy　over
  thar；　and　of　meeting　him　agin　the　other　day　at　Nice。〃
  〃I　think；〃　said　Sir　Robert's　voice　gently；　〃that　these　are　not　the
  only　claims　you　have　upon　me。　　I　have　only　a　day　or　two　ago　heard
  from　Mr。　Bradley　that　I　owe　to　your　generous　hands　and　your
  disinterested　liberality　the　saving　of　my　California　fortune。〃
  There　was　the　momentary　sound　of　a　pushed…back　chair；　a　stamping　of
  feet；　and　then　Mr。　Sharpe's　voice　rose　high　with　the　blacksmith's
  old　querulous　aggrieved　utterance
  〃So　it's　that　finikin'；　conceited　Bradley　aginthat's　giv'　me
  away！　　Ef　that　man's　all…fired　belief　in　his　being　the　Angel
  Gabriel　and　Dan'l　Webster　rolled　inter　one　don't　beat　anythin'！　　I
  suppose　that　high…flyin'　jay…bird　kalkilated　to　put　you　and　me　and
  my　gal　and　yer　boy　inter　harness　for　his　four　hoss　chariot　and　he
  sittin'　kam　on　the　box　drivin'　us！　　Why　don't　he　tend　to　his　own
  business；　and　look　arter　his　own　concernsinstead　o'　leaving　Jinny
  Bradley　and　Loo　Macy　dependent　on　Kings　and　Queens　and　titled　folks
  gen'rally；　and　he；　Jim　Bradley；　philanderin'　with　another　man's
  wifewhile　that　thar　man　is　hard　at　work　tryin'　to　make　a　honest
  livin'　fer　his　wife；　buckin'　agin　faro　an'　the　tiger　gen'rally　at
  Monaco！　　Eh？　　And　that　man　a…inter…meddlin'　with　me！　　Ef；〃
  continued　the　voice；　dropped　to　a　tone　of　hopeless　moral
  conviction；　〃ef　there's　a　man　I　mor'aly　despiseit's　that　finikin'
  Jim　Bradley。〃
  〃You　quite　misunderstand　me；　my　dear　sir；〃　said　Sir　Robert's
  hurried　voice；　〃he　told　me　you　had　pledged　him　to　secrecy；　and　he
  only　revealed　it　to　explain　why　you　wished　to　see　me。〃
  There　was　a　grunt　of　half…placated　wrath　from　Sharpe；　and　then　the
  voice　resumed；　but　more　deliberately；　〃Well；　to　come　back　to
  business：　you've　got　a　boy；　Francis；　and　I've　got　a　darter；
  Araminty。　　They've　sorter　taken　a　shine　to　each　other　and　they　want
  to　get　married。　　Mind　yerwait　a　moment！it　wasn't　allus　so。　　No；
  sir；　when　my　gal　Araminty　first　seed　your　boy　in　Californy　she　was
  poor；　and　she　didn't　kalkilate　to　get　inter　anybody's　family
  unbeknownst　or　on　sufferance。　　Then　she　got　rich　and　you　got　poor；
  and　thenhold　on　a　minit！she　allows；　does　my　girl；　that　there
  ain't　any　nearer　chance　o'　their　making　a　match　than　they　were
  afore；　for　she　isn't　goin'　to　hev　it　said　that　she　married　your　son
  fur　the　chance　of　some　day　becomin'　Lady　Mainwaring。〃
  〃One　moment；　Mr。　Sharpe；〃　said　the　voice　of　the　Baronet；　gravely：
  〃I　am　both　flattered　and　pained　by　what　I　believe　to　be　the　kindly
  object　of　your　visit。　　Indeed；　I　may　say　I　have　gathered　a
  suspicion　of　what　might　be　the　sequel　of　this　most　unhappy
  acquaintance　of　my　son　and　your　daughter；　but　I　cannot　believe　that
  he　has　kept　you　in　ignorance　of　his　unfortunate　prospects　and　his
  still　more　unfortunate　state　of　health。〃
  〃When　I　told　ye　to　hold　on　a　minit；〃　continued　the　blacksmith's
  voice；　with　a　touch　of　querulousness　in　its　accent；　〃that　was　jist
  wot　I　was　comin'　to。　　I　knowed　part　of　it　from　my　own　pocket；　she
  knowed　the　rest　of　it　from　his　lip　and　the　doctors　she　interviewed。
  And　then　she　says　to　mesez　my　girl　MintyPop；'　she　sez；　'he's
  got　nothing　to　live　for　now　but　his　title；　and　that　he　never　may
  live　to　get；　so　that　I　think　ye　kin　jist　go；　Pop；　and　fairly　and
  squarely；　as　a　honest　man；　ask　his　father　to　let　me　hev　him。'
  Them's　my　darter's　own　words；　Sir　Robert；　and　when　I　tell　yer　that
  she's　got　a　million　o'　dollars　to　back　them；　ye'll　know　she　means
  business；　every　time。〃
  〃Did　Francis　know　that　you　were　coming　here？〃
  〃Bless　ye；　no！　he　don't　know　that　she　would　have　him。　　Ef　it　kem　to
  that；　he　ain't　even　asked　her！　　She　wouldn't　let　him　until　she　was
  sure　of　YOU。〃
  〃Then　you　mean　to　say　there　is　no　engagement？〃
  〃In　course　not。　　I　reckoned　to　do　the　square　thing　first　with　ye。〃
  The　halting　step　of　the　Baronet　crossing　the　room　was　heard
  distinctly。　　He　had　stopped　beside　Sharpe。　　〃My　dear　Mr。　Sharpe；〃
  he　said；　in　a　troubled　voice；　〃I　cannot　permit　this　sacrifice。　　It
  is　tootoo　great！〃
  〃Then；〃　said　Sharpe'　s　voice　querulously；　〃I'm　afraid　we　must　do
  without　your　permission。　　I　didn't　reckon　to　find　a　sort　o'　British
  Jim　Bradley　in　you。　　If　YOU　can't　permit　my　darter　to　sacrifice
  herself　by　marryin'　your　son；　I　can't　permit　her　to　sacrifice　her
  love　and　him　by　NOT　marryin'　him。　　So　I　reckon　this　yer　interview
  is　o