venances.

Edward, you are too masterful," said his cousin, gravely. "One cannot, even if he be Earl of Chester, fly in the face of all the conRules are made to protect the weak for their own sake; the strong obey them for the sake of the weak. You are strong; be therefore considerate. Suppose all young men were allowed to run about alone?"

The Professor shook her head gravely.

"It would be a return," she said, "to the practice of the ancients."

"The barbarous practice of the ancients," added Constance.

"The grooms might at least be taught how to ride," grumbled the young man.

"But about this disaster, Edward; is it the postponement of a cricket-match, the failure of a tennis game

"Constance," he interrupted, "I should have thought you capable of believing that I should not worry you at such a moment with trifles. I have got the most serious news for you—things for which I want your help and your sympathy."

Constance turned pale. What could he have to tell her except one thing-the one thing which she had been dreading for two or three years?"

Edward, Earl of Chester in his own right, held his title by a tenure unique in the peerage. For four generations the Countesses of Chester had borne their husbands one child only, and that a son; for four generations the Earls of Chester had married ladies of good family, certainly, but of lower rank, so that the title remained. He represented, by lineal descent through the male line, the ancient Royal House; and though there were not wanting ladies descended through the female line from old kings of England, by this extraordinary accident he possessed the old royal descent, which was more coveted than any other in the long lists of the Red Book. It was objected that its honours were half shorn by being transmitted through so many males; but there were plenty to whisper that, according to ancient custom, the young Earl would be none other than King of Eng

land. So long a line of only children could not but result in careful nursing of the estate, which was held in trust and ward by one Countess after another, until now it was one of the greatest in the country; and though there were a few peeresses whose acres exceeded those of the Earl of Chester, there was no young man in the matrimonial market to be compared with him. His hand was at the disposal-subject, of course, to his own agreement, which was taken for granted-of the Chancellor, who, up to the present time, had made no sign.

Young, handsome, the holder of a splendid title, the owner of a splendid rent-roll, said to be of amiable disposition, known to be proud of his descent-could there be a husband more desirable? Was it to be wondered at if every unmarried woman in a certain rank of life, whether maid or widow, dreamed of marrying the Earl of Chester, and made pictures in her own mind of herself as the Countess, sitting in the House, taking precedence as Première, after the Duchesses, holding office, ruling departments, making

eloquent speeches, followed and reported by the society papers, giving great entertainments, actually being and doing what other women can only envy and sigh for?

It was whispered that Lady Carlyon would ask her cousin's hand; it was also whispered that the Chancellor (now a permanent officer of the State) would never grant her request on account of her politics; it was also whispered that a certain widow, advanced in years, of the highest rank, had been observed to pay particular attention to the young Earl in society and in the field. This report, however, was received with caution, and was not generally believed.

"Serious news!" Constance for a moment looked very pale. The Professor glanced at her with concern and even pity. "Serious news!" She was going to add, "Who is it?" but stopped in time. "What is it?" she said instead.

"You have not yet heard, then," the Earl replied, "of the great honour done to me and to my house?"

Constance shook her head. She knew now that her worst fears were going to be realised. "Tell me quickly, Edward."

"No less a person that her Grace the Duchess of Dunstanburgh has offered me, through the Chancellor, the support and honour of her hand."

Constance started. This was the worst, indeed. The Duchess of Dunstanburgh! Sixtyfive years of age; already thrice a widow; the Duchess of Dunstanburgh! She could not speak.

"Have you nothing to say, Constance?" asked the young man. "Do you not envy me my happy lot? My bride is not young, to be sure, but she is a Duchess; the old Earldom will be lost in the new Duchy. She has buried three husbands already; one may look forward with joy to lying beside them in her gorgeous mausoleum. Her country house is finer than mine, but it is not so old. She is of rank so exalted that one need not inquire into her temper, which is said to be evil; nor into the little faults, such as jealousy, suspicion, meanness, greed,