daughter-in-law. The squire had been all that was kind, all that was affectionate. And then, too, Lady Arabella! As she thought of the Lady Arabella a sterner form of thought came across her brow. Why should Lady Arabella rob her of her heart's joy? What was Lady Arabella that she, Mary Thorne, need quail before her? Had Lady Arabella stood only in her way, Lady Arebella, flanked by the De Courcy legion, Mary felt that she could have demanded Frank's hand as her own before them all without a blush of shame or a moment's hesitation. Thus, when her heart was all but ready to collapse within her, would she gain some little strength by thinking of the Lady Arabella.
'Please, my lady, here be young squoire Gresham,' said one of the untutored servants at Boxall Hill, opening Lady Scatcherd's little parlour door as her ladyship was amusing herself by pulling down and turning, and refolding, and putting up again, a heap of household linen which was kept in a huge press for the express purpose of supplying her with occupation.
Lady Scatcherd, holding a vast counterpane in her arms, looked back over her shoulders and perceived that Frank was in the room. Down went the counterpane on the ground, and Frank soon found himself in the very position which that useful article had so lately filled.
'Oh, Master Frank! oh, Master Frank!' said her ladyship, almost in an hysterical fit of joy; and then she hugged and kissed him as she had never kissed and hugged her own son since that son had first left the parent nest.
Frank bore it patiently and with a merry laugh. 'But, Lady Scatcherd,' said he, 'what will they all say? you forget I am a man now,' and he stooped his head as she again pressed her lips upon his forehead.
'I don't care what none of 'em say,' said her ladyship, quite going back to her old days; 'I will kiss my own boy; so I will. Eh, but, Master Frank, this is good of you. A sight of you is good for sore eyes; and my eyes have been sore enough too since I saw you;' and she put her apron up to wipe away a tear.
'Yes,' said Frank, gently trying to disengage himself, but not successfully; 'yes, you have had a great loss, Lady Scatcherd. I was so sorry when I heard of your grief.'
'You always had a soft, kind heart, Master Frank; so you had, God's blessing on you! What a fine man you have grown! Deary me! Well, it seems as though it were only just t'other day like.' And she pushed him a little off from her, so that she might look the better into his face.
'Well. Is it all right? I suppose you would hardly know me again now I've got a pair of whiskers?'
