As he spoke the colour had faded from Miss Berwick's face. She felt relieved and rather touched. "But what would _you_ do?" she said involuntarily. Lord Bosworth made none of the answers which might have been expected from him. He said no word as to his niece's happiness being of more consequence than his own comfort, and if he had done so, Miss Berwick would not have believed him. "I do not suppose that you are aware,"--he put his strong hands on the table before him, and looked at her with a sudden pleading look which sat oddly on his shrewd, powerful face--"I do not suppose, Arabella, that you are aware that I made Madame Sampiero an offer of marriage some six or seven years ago, not long after the death of--of Sampiero. I believe her answer was contained in one of the very last letters she ever wrote with her own hand. Well, now--in fact for a long time past--I have been contemplating a renewal of that offer. Nay more, should she again refuse, which I know well to be more than probable, I cannot see why, at our time of life, especially in view of her present state, we should even so not be together." His niece looked at him in frank incredulous astonishment. She felt mortified to think how little she had known this man with whom she had lived for so long. "Surely," she said, "surely you would find such an existence absolutely intolerable?" "I do not know what I have done that you should judge me so severely."--Lord Bosworth's answer was made in a very low tone. "You are a clever woman, Arabella, and I have always done full justice to your powers, but, believe me, there are certain things undreamt of in your philosophy, and I do not think"--he stopped abruptly, and finished the sentence to himself, "I do not think Umfraville is likely to bring them any nearer to you." He got up. "I thought I ought to tell you," he said, with a complete change of tone, "because my intention may influence your decision. Otherwise, I should not have troubled you with the matter." Then his heart softened to her: he suddenly remembered her long and loyal, if loveless, service. "Quite apart from any question of our immediate future, you must remember, my dear, that I'm an old man. I cannot help thinking that your life alone would be very dreary, and, much as you care for James, I cannot see either of you making in a permanent sense any kind of life with the other. In your place--and I have thought much about it--I should accept Umfraville. The doing so would enable you to lead the same life that you have led for the last twenty years, with certain great added advantages. Then Umfraville, after all, is a very good fellow,--good yet not too good, clever and yet not too clever!" She smiled at him an answering but rather wavering smile, and he went out, closing the door behind him, leaving her alone with her thoughts, and with her scarcely begun letter to O'Flaherty lying before her. CHAPTER VIII.