ordinary way. It would be impossible that she should not. But what do you mean?"
"Have either of them told you that I made an offer to your sister?"
"That you made an offer to Lucy?"
"Yes, that I made an offer to Lucy."
"No; nobody has told me so. I have never dreamed of such a thing; nor, as far as I believe, have they. If any body has spread such report, or said that either of them have hinted at such a thing, it is a base lie. Good heavens! Lufton, for what do you take them?"
"But I did," said his lordship.
"Did what?" said the parson.
"I did make your sister an offer."
"You made Lucy an offer of marriage?"
"Yes, I did—in as plain language as a gentleman could use to a lady."
"And what answer did she make?"
"She refused me. And now, Mark, I have come down here with the express purpose of making that offer again. Nothing could be more decided than your sister's answer. It struck me as being almost uncourteously decided. But still it is possible that circumstances may have weighed with her which ought not to weigh with her. If her love be not given to any one else, I may still have a chance of it. It's the old story of faint heart, you know; at any rate, I mean to try my luck again; and, thinking over it with deliberate purpose, I have come to the conclusion that I ought to tell you before I see her."
Lord Lufton in love with Lucy! As these words repeated themselves over and over again within Mark Robarts's mind, his mind added to them notes of surprise without end. How had it possibly come about—and why? In his estimation his sister Lucy was a very simple girl—not plain indeed, but by no means beautiful; certainly not stupid, but by no means brilliant. And then, he would have said, that of all men whom he knew. Lord Lufton would have been the last to fall in love with such a girl as his sister. And now, what was he to say or do? What views was he bound to hold? In what direction should he act? There was Lady Lufton on the one side, to whom he owed every thing. How would life be possible to him in that parsonage—within a few yards of her elbow—if he con-
