He could not endure that other people should have their cakes and ale; and he did not like his father's looks nor Sara's, and felt as if the honour of his house was menaced somehow. He took Sara's candle from her after his father had lighted it, and set it down on the table. "The nuisance of having all these people," said Jack, "is, that one never has a moment to one's self, and I want to speak to you. I don't mean to say anything against Powys, sir-nobody knows anything about him. Has he told you what he said to Sara when he was last here?"

"Jack! how dare you?" said Sara, turning on her brother; but Jack took no notice of her beautiful blazing eyes.

"Did he tell you, that you are so well informed?” said Mr Brownlow. If either of his children had been cool enough to observe it, they would have perceived that he was too quiet, and that his calm was unnatural; but they suspected nothing, and consequently they did not observe.

"He told me enough to make me understand,” said Jack; "and I daresay you've forgotten how young men think, and don't suppose it's of any consequence. Sara knows

If it was a mere

nothing, I should not take the trouble," added the

exemplary brother; "but, in the circumstances, it's

my duty to interfere. After what he said, when you bring him here again it is giving him licence to speak; it is giving him a kind of tacit consent. She knows," said Jack, pointing to his sister, who confronted him, growing pale and growing scarlet. "It's as good as saying you will back him out; and, good heavens, when you consider who he is"

"Do you know who he is?" said Mr Brownlow. He was very hard put to it for that moment, and it actually occurred to him to deliver himself of his secret, and throw his burden on their shoulders the two who, in their ignorance, were thus putting the last touch of exasperation to his ordeal. He realised the blank amazement with which they would turn to him, the indignation, the

Ah, but he could not go any further. What would have succeeded to the first shock of the news he dared not anticipate-beggary probably, and utter surrender of everything; therefore Mr Brownlow held his peace.

"I know he is in the office at Masterton," said Jack-"I know he is your clerk, and I don't suppose he is a prince in disguise. If he is honest, and is who he professes to be--I beg your pardon, sir, for saying so-but he ought not to be brought into my sister's society, and he has no business to be here."

"Papa!" cried Sara, breathless, "order him to be quiet! Is it supposed that I can't see any one without being in danger of-of-that any man whom papa chooses to bring is to be kept away for me? I wonder what you think of me? We girls are not such wretched creatures, I can tell you; nor so easily led; nor so wicked and proud -nor- Papa! stop this immediately, and let Jack mind his own affairs."

“I have just one word to say to Jack," said Mr Brownlow," my darling, be quiet-never mind ;Powys is more important to me than if he were a prince in disguise. I know who he is. I have told your sister that I think nothing in this house too good for him. He is my clerk, and you think he is not as good as you are; but he is very important to me. I give you this explanation, not because I think you have any right to it, after your own proceedings. And as for you, my dear child,” he added, putting his arm round her, with an involuntary melting of his heart, "my pretty Sara! you are only to do what your heart suggests, my darling. I once asked a sacrifice of you, but I have not the courage now. If your heart goes this way, it will be justice. Yes, justice. I know you don't understand me; but if not, Sara, I will not interfere with you. You are to do according to your own heart."

'Papa!" said Sara, clinging to him, awed and melted and astonished by the emotion in his eyes.

"Yes," Mr Brownlow repeated, taking her face in his hands, and kissing it. If he had been a softhearted man he would have been weeping, but there was something in his look beyond tears. "It will be just, and the best way-but only if it's after your own heart. And I know you don't understand me. You'll never understand me, if all goes well; but all the same, remember what I say."

And then he took up the candle which Jack had taken out of Sara's hand. "Never understand me— never, if all goes well," he muttered to himself. He was strained to the last point, and he could not bear any more. Before his children had recovered from their amaze he had gone away, not so much as looking at them again. They might talk or speculate as they would; he could bear no more.

Jack and Sara looked in each other's faces as he disappeared. They were both startled, but in a different way. Was he mad? his son thought; and Jack grew pale over the possibility: but as for Sara, her life was bound up in it. It was not the blank of dismay and wonder that moved her. She did not speculate on what her father meant by justice. Something else was stirring too strongly in her heart.

"He must be going mad!" said Jack. "For

heaven's sake, Sara, don't give any weight to these delusions; he can't be in his right mind."

"Do you mean papa?" said Sara, stamping her foot in indignation; "he is a great deal wiser than we will ever be. Jack, I don't know what you mean; it must be because you are wicked yourself that you think everybody else is going wrong; but you shall not speak so to me."

"Yes; I see you are going to make a fool of yourself," said Jack, in his superiority. "You are shutting your eyes and taking your own way. When you come to a downfall you will remember what I say. You are trying to make a fool of him, but you won't succeed-mind I tell you, you won't succeed. He knows what he is about too well for that."

"If it is Mr Powys you are speaking of--" said Sara; but she paused, for the name betrayed her somehow-betrayed her even to herself, bringing the colour to her cheeks and a gleam to her eyes. Then she made believe as if she scorned to say more, and held her little head high with lofty contempt, and lighted her candle. "I am sure we should not agree on that subject, and it is better we should not try," said Sara, and followed her father loftily up-stairs, leaving Jack discomfited, with the feeling of a prophet to whom nobody would listen. He said to himself he knew how it would be-his father had got