“_I love you! No man will ever love you like me._” That night, before she slept, her determination was taken. CHAPTER V. Next morning Miss Bowen astonished every one, and excited once more Mrs. Ianson's incredulous smile, by openly desiring the servant who waited to take a message for her to Major Harper's. It was to the effect that she wished immediately to see that gentleman, could he make it convenient to visit her. The message was given by her very distinctly, and with most creditable calmness, considering that the destinies of her whole life hung on the sentence. Major Harper appeared, and was shown into Miss Bowen's drawing-room. She was not there, and the Major waited rather uneasily for several minutes, unaware that half of that time she had been standing without, her hand on the lock of the door. But her tremulousness was that of natural emotion, not of fluctuating purpose. No physiognomist studying Agatha's mouth and chin would doubt the fact, that though rather slow to will--when she had once willed, scarcely anything had power to shake her resolution. She went in at last, and bade Major Harper good morning. “I have sent for you,” she said, “to talk over a little business.” “Business!”--And the hesitation and discomfort which seemed to arise in him at the mere mention of the word again were visible in Major Harper. “Not trust business--something quite different,” said Agatha, scarcely able to help smiling at the alarm of her guardian. “Then anything you like, my dear Miss Bowen! I have nothing in the world to do to-day. That stupid brother of mine is worse company than none at all. He said he had letters to write to Kingcombe, and vanished up-stairs! The rude fellow! But he is an excellent fellow too.” “So you have always said. He appears to love his home, and be much beloved there. Is it so?” “Most certainly. Already they know him better than they do me, and care for him more; though he has been away for fifteen years. But then he has kept up a constant correspondence with them; while I, tossing about in the world--ah! I have had a hard life, Miss Bowen!” He looked so sad, that Agatha felt sorry for him. But his melancholy moods had less power to touch her than of old. His gaiety so quickly and invariably returned, that her belief in the reality of his grief was somewhat shaken. She paused a little, and then recurred again, indifferently as it were, to Nathanael--the one person in his family of whom Major Harper always spoke gladly and warmly. “You seem to have a great love for your younger brother. Is he then so noble a character?” “What do you call a noble character, my dear young lady?” The half-jesting, half-patronising manner irritated Agatha; but she answered boldly: “A man honest in his principles, faithful to his word; just, generous, and honourable.”