clear; and she said, therefore, with more gravity than she had before evinced:
"Mr. Fairthorn, tell me how I have incurred your displeasure. I entreat you to do so; no matter how painful the truth may be, it is due to us both not to conceal it."
A ray of hope darted through Fairthorn's enraged and bewildered mind. He looked to the right—he looked to the left, no one near. Releasing his hold on the doe, he made a sidelong dart toward Sophy, and said, "Hush! do you really care what becomes of Mr. Darrell?"
"To be sure I do."
"You would not wish him to die broken-hearted in a foreign land—that old house leveled to the ground, and buried in the lake? Eh, Miss—eh?"
"How can you ask me such questions?" said Sophy, faintly. "Do speak plainly, and at once."
"Well, I will, Miss. I believe you are a good young lady, after all—and don't wish really to bring disgrace upon all who want to keep you in the dark, and—"
"Disgrace!" interrupted Sophy; and her proud spirit rose, and the soft blue eye flashed a ray like a shooting star.
"No, I am sure you would not like it; and some time or other you could not help knowing, and you would be very sorry for it. And that boy, Lionel, who was as proud as Guy Darrell himself when I saw him last (prouder, indeed)—that he should be so ungrateful to his benefactor! And, indeed, the day may come when he may turn round on you, or on the lame old gentleman, and say he has been disgraced. Should not wonder at all! Young folks, when they are sweet-hearting, only talk about roses, and angels, and such like; but when husbands and wives fall out, as they always do sooner or later, they don't mince their words then, and they just take the sharpest thing that they can find at their tongue's end. So you may depend on it, my dear Miss, that some day or other that young Haughton will say 'that you lost him the old Manor House and the old Darrell name,' and have been his disgrace; that's the very word, Miss; I've heard husbands and wives say it to each other over and over again."
Sophy. "Oh, Mr. Fairthorn! these horrid words cannot be meant for me. I will go to Mr. Darrell—I will ask him how I can be a dis—" Her lips could not force out the word.
Fairthorn. "Ay; go to Mr. Darrell, if you please. He will deny it all; he will never speak to me again. I don't care—I
