The Major made another effort;--"To my niece, Carice Bergan," he concluded, with a sigh. Doctor Remy's face fell so suddenly, that it attracted the Major's attention. "Well! what is the matter now?" he demanded, sharply. Doctor Remy could not immediately answer. His mind was in a whirl of confusion, disappointment, and anxiety. Mechanically, he put his hand to his brow; and the gesture helped him to a plausible explanation. "A sudden pain," said he, in a low, shaken voice; "I have felt it several times of late. Wait a minute, it will soon be over." And covering his eyes with his hands, he addressed himself at once to the task of answering the difficult question;-- What is to be done now? It was well for him that he was accustomed to think rapidly and clearly, in the immediate presence of danger, that he was tenacious of purpose too, and that his instinct, in the midst of overthrow and ruin, was to commence at once to rebuild. Yet, for some moments, not an available suggestion presented itself, not a shadow of help for the exigency that had so unexpectedly arisen. "Then, suddenly, a thought came to him, and with it, a gleam of hope. He took his hands from his eyes, and looked the Major gravely in the face. "Before we go any farther," said he, "I feel bound in honor to make a confession. If I had supposed that writing your will was going to put me in such an awkward position, I should certainly have desired you to look elsewhere for a lawyer. However, it cannot be helped now. Well, the truth is"--he stopped for a moment, as if to overcome an excessive reluctance,--"the truth is, I have long admired your niece; and now, as my practice is steadily increasing, and I think I could take care of a wife, I had made up my mind to ask permission to pay her my addresses." Major Bergan uttered a prolonged "Whew!" and settled himself back in his chair. "That alters the case, certainly," said he, after a brief consideration of this new phase of the matter. "I am glad to hear it," exclaimed Dr. Remy, eagerly. "Pray--if it is not too selfish in me to ask it--pray give Bergan Hall to the next most eligible claimant, and leave me Miss Carice." The Major raised his eyebrows, and leaning forward, fixed his eyes on Doctor Remy, as if he had found a new and interesting subject of study. "Do you mean to say," he asked, gravely, "that you would rather have Carice without Bergan Hall than with it?" "Decidedly," replied Doctor Remy. "I prefer an equal match to an unequal one. I prefer to be credited with honorable motives, rather than mercenary ones. I don't want to be a pensioner on my wife's bounty. It is doubtful if I could ever make up my mind to address the heiress of Bergan Hall. And thus, you see, if you persist in making Miss Bergan your legatee, you are playing the mischief with my hopes and plans." Major Bergan continued to stare, thoughtfully, at the doctor. He was beginning rather to like this disinterested suitor.