be seated." Francesca obeyed, a little marvelling on what matters of import she could be deemed worthy of consultation. "To continue a noble name is one of the first duties incumbent on its possessors—and most unfortunate it is when an ancient line ends in a female." Francesca knew not very well what answer to make to this. Lord Avonleigh, however, spared her the trouble, by observing, in what he meant to be a consolatory tone: "I know what you were going to say—that it is not your fault that you are a woman."
"Only my misfortune."
"And a very great misfortune it is, under the present circumstances. However, the true philosophy is that which makes the best of every thing. I have, therefore, arranged the following plan. The house of Avonleigh is too ancient to be merged in any title, however exalted. I have therefore settled that, when you marry, your eldest son will inherit his father's honours, but your second will represent my name and lineage."
"Suppose I do not marry?"
"I never suppose impossibilities."
"And if I should not have two sons?"
"And pray, why should you not? His majesty has already most graciously spoken to me of your marriage; and I myself have observed the admira-
