box—black box with the gilded nails. Ho! Lionel, look up; there is our village church, and here, close at my right, the churchyard!"
Now while Darrell and his young companion were directing their gaze to the right of the village lane, towards the small gray church,—towards the sacred burial-ground in which, here and there amongst humbler graves, stood the monumental stone inscribed to the memory of some former Darrell, for whose remains the living sod had been preferred to the family vault; while both slowly neared the funeral spot, and leaned, silent and musing, over the rail that fenced it from the animals turned to graze on the sward of the surrounding green,—a foot-traveller, a stranger in the place, loitered on the threshold of the small wayside inn, about fifty yards off to the left of the lane, and looked hard at the still figures of the two kinsmen.
Turning then to the hostess, who was standing somewhat within the threshold, a glass of brandy-and-water in her hand, the third glass that stranger had called for during his half hour's rest in the hostelry, quoth the man,
"The taller gentleman yonder is surely your squire, is he not? but who is the shorter and younger person?"
The landlady put forth her head.
"Oh! that is a relation of the squire down on a visit, sir. I heard coachman say that the squire's taken to him hugely; and they do think at the Hall that the young gentleman will be his heir."
"Aha!—indeed—his heir! What is the lad's name? What relation can he be to Mr. Darrell?"
"I don't know what relation exactly, sir; but he is one of the Haughtons, and they've been kin to the Fawley folks time out of mind."
"Haughton?—aha! Thank you, ma'am. Change, if you please."
The stranger tossed off his dram, and stretched his hand for his change.
"Beg pardon, sir, but this must be forring money," said the landlady, turning a five-franc piece on her palm with suspicious curiosity.
"Foreign! Is it possible?" The stranger dived again into his pocket, and apparently with some difficulty hunted out half-a-crown.
"Sixpence more, if you please, sir; three brandies, and bread-and-cheese and the ale too, sir."
"How stupid I am! I thought that French coin was a five-
