By-and-by Compton got impatient, and told Ruperta he had thought of a way to compel their fathers to be friends. “I am afraid you won't like the idea at _first,”_ said he; “but the more you think of it, the more you will see it is the surest way of all.” “Well, but what is it?” “You must let me marry you.” Ruperta stared, and began to blush crimson. “Will you, cousin?” “Of course not, child. The idea!” “Oh, Ruperta,” cried the boy in dismay, “surely you don't mean to marry anybody else but me!” “Would that make you very unhappy, then?” “You know it would, wretched for my life.” “I should not like to do that. But I disapprove of early marriages. I mean to wait till I'm nineteen; and that is three years nearly.” “It is a fearful time; but if you will promise not to marry anybody else, I suppose I shall live through it.” Ruperta, though she made light of Compton's offer, was very proud of it (it was her first). She told her mother directly. Mrs. Bassett sighed, and said that was too blessed a thing ever to happen. “Why not?” said Ruperta. “How could it,” said Mrs. Bassett, “with everybody against it but poor little me!” “Compton assures me that Lady Bassett wishes it.” “Indeed! But Sir Charles and papa, Ruperta?” “Oh, Compton must talk Sir Charles over, and I will persuade papa. I'll begin this evening, when he comes home from London.” Accordingly, as he was sitting alone in the dining-room sipping his glass of port, Ruperta slipped away from her mother's side and found him. His face brightened at the sight of her; for he was extremely fond and proud of this girl, for whom he would not have the bells rung when she was born. She came and hung round his neck a little, and kissed him, and said softly, “Dear papa, I have something to tell you. I have had a proposal.” Richard Bassett stared. “What, of marriage?” Ruperta nodded archly. “To a child like you? Scandalous! No, for, after all, you look nineteen or twenty. And who is the highwayman that thinks to rob me of my precious girl?” “Well, papa, whoever he is, he will have to wait three years, and so I told him. It is my cousin Compton.” “What!” cried Richard Bassett, so loudly that the girl started back dismayed. “That little monkey have the impudence to offer marriage to my daughter? Surely, Ruperta, you have offered him no encouragement?” “N--no.” “Your mother promised me nothing but common civility should pass between you and that young gentleman.” “She promised for me, but she could not promise for him--poor little fellow!” “Marry a son of the man who has robbed and insulted your father!” “Oh, papa! is it so? Are you sure you did not begin?” “If you can think that, it is useless to say more. I thought ill-fortune had done its worst; but no; blow upon blow, and wound upon wound. Don't spare me, child. Nobody else has, and why should you? Marry my enemy's son, his younger son, and break your father's heart.”