"Ay!" answered Mauleverer, piqued at this indifference. "But do you not see the consequences to your niece?"
"My niece!" repeated Brandon, rousing himself.
"Certainly. I grieve to say it, my dear friend,—but she was young, very young, when at Bath. She suffered this fellow to address her too openly. Nay,—for I will be frank,—she was suspected of being in love with him!"
"She was in love with him," said Brandon drily, and fixing the malignant coldness of his eye upon the suitor. "And, for aught I know," added he, "she is so at this moment."
"You are cruel!" said Mauleverer, disconcerted. "I trust not, for the sake of my continued addresses."
"My dear Lord," said Brandon, urbanely taking the courtier's hand, while the anguis in herbâ of his sneer played around his compressed lips,—"my dear Lord, we are old friends, and need not deceive each other. You wish to marry my niece, because she is an heiress of great fortune, and you suppose that my wealth will in all probability swell her own. Moreover, she is more
