but groaned in her spirit as she thought of the wrongs of Augusta Gresham.
But all this good advice, however, would not win the money for Mr. Moffat without some more decided step; and that step he soon decided on taking, feeling assured that what he had said would have its due weight with the heiress.
The party at Courcy Castle was now soon about to be broken up. The male De Courcys were going down to a Scotch mountain. The female De Courcys were to be shipped off to an Irish castle. Mr. Moffat was to go up to town to prepare his petition. Miss Dunstable was again about to start on a foreign tour on behalf of her physician and attendants; and Frank Gresham was at last to be allowed to go to Cambridge; that is to say, unless his success with Miss Dunstable should render such a step on his part quite preposterous.
'I think you may speak now, Frank,' said the countess. 'I really think you may: you have known her now for a considerable time; and, as far as I can judge, she is very fond of you.'
'Nonsense, aunt,' said Frank; 'she doesn't care a button for me.'
'I think differently; and lookers-on, you know, always understand the game best. I suppose you are not afraid to ask her.'
'Afraid!' said Frank, in a tone of considerable scorn. He almost made up his mind that he would ask her to show that he was not afraid. His only obstacle to doing so was, that he had not the slightest intention of marrying her.
There was to be but one other great event before the party broke up, and that was a dinner at the Duke of Omnium's. The duke had already declined to come to Courcy; but he had in a measure atoned for this by asking some of the guests to join a great dinner which he was about to give to his neighbours.
Mr. Moffat was to leave Courcy Castle the day after the dinner-party, and he therefore determined to make his great attempt on the morning of that day. It was with some difficulty that he brought about an opportunity; but at last he did so, and found himself alone with Miss Dunstable in the walks of Courcy Park.
'It is a strange thing, is it not,' said he, recurring to his old view of the same subject, 'that I should be going to dine with the Duke of Omnium—the richest man, they say, among the whole English aristocracy?'
'Men of that kind entertain everybody, I believe, now and then,' said Miss Dunstable, not very civilly.
'I believe they do, but I am not going as one of the every
