He sighed heavily as he spoke in that half pitying tone of his daughter. He was thinking how comparatively indifferent he had been toward that only child for the sake of the woman now shut in the fire-lit room below. "I shall see you again before you go, sir," said Robert; "I will leave you till then." "Stay!" said Sir Michael, suddenly; "have you told Alicia?" "I have told her nothing, except that you are about to leave the Court for some time." "You are very good, my boy, you are very good," the baronet murmured in a broken voice. He stretched out his hand. His nephew took it in both his own, and pressed it to his lips. "Oh, sir! how can I ever forgive myself?" he said; "how can I ever cease to hate myself for having brought this grief upon you?" "No, no, Robert, you did right; I

