Fergus Desmond and Uncle Jacko came over for the service and the after ceremony. Margot was quietly told of the extent of the funds which would be at her disposal when she came of age, or before that if she married. They were her French grandfather's present to his beloved grandchild. Poor _la belle_ grand'mère looked with anguish at Margot. Margot took her hand. "I must speak the truth, and now," she said. "_Mon_ grandpère was rich only because of this most dear lady; and I will not take the money, no, not a penny of it. She earned it for him, _for him_!" "You cannot refuse," said the notary. "See, there was a deed of gift made to you. The dead would walk if you did refuse;" but Margot said gently and firmly that she did not believe in that sort of thing, for _chère_ grandpère was in the heavenly garden with God, and that anyhow _she_ now meant to make a deed of gift. All those present turned and stared at her. "Behold!" she cried. "The _dot_ was arranged for me, who care not for money at all. I give back every farthing of it to _la belle_ grand'mère; and I will come and see her once at least every year; and I love her, for she has a true, brave heart; but now I must go back to The Desmond, for I hear his voice calling me across the waters." All in vain did _la belle_ grand'mère implore of little Margot not to make the deed of gift for her; to forget her--not to think of her at all; but Margot could never forget, and would never take the money. In the end her wishes were carried out, and _la belle_ grand'mère returned to the _établissement_ at Arles. The Château St. Juste was shut up for the present, but once every year it was to be opened and filled with servants, and little Margot was to spend a month there with _la belle_ grand'mère. For although she had given up the _dot_, she could not by any manner of means dispose of the Château St. Juste, which was her direct property, coming to her through her own father and grandfather. CHAPTER XXII. IT IS JOYFUL TO BEHOLD THEE, MY PUSHKEEN. On their way back to Desmondstown, Margot told Uncle Fergus that she meant to tell The Desmond everything. "He will be shocked," returned Fergus Desmond. "No," replied Margot, "the truth told as I shall tell it can never shock anyone. I will not allow him to think me what I am not. Uncle Fergus, I thought you were too great to permit it." "I have not your strength of character, my child," said The Desmond of the future.