"Grace Coney. They have been in love with each other ever so many years. I have known it all along. He will marry her as soon as his future is settled. I had promised to be one of the bridesmaids, but I suppose I shall not have the chance now." "Grace Coney--that beggarly girl!" shrieked Mrs. Dean. "But for her uncle's giving her shelter she must have turned out in the world when her father died and earned her living how she could. She is not a lady. She is not Herbert's equal." "Oh yes, she is, mamma. She is a very nice girl and will make him a perfect wife. Herbert would not exchange her for the richest lady in the land." "If Herbert chooses to make a spectacle of himself, you never shall!" cried poor Mrs. Dean, all her golden visions fast melting into air. "I would see that wicked Jack Tanerton at the bottom of the sea first." "Mother, dear, listen to me. Jack and I have cared for each other for years and years, and we should neither of us marry any one else. There is nothing to wait for; Jack is as well off as he will be for years to come: and--and we have settled it so, and I hope you will not oppose it." It was a cruel moment for Aunt Dean. Her love for other people had been all pretence, but she did love her daughter. Besides that, she was ambitious for her. "I can never let you marry a sailor, Alice. Anything but that." "It was you who made Jack a sailor, mother, and there's no help for it," said Alice, in low tones. "I would rather he had been anything else in the world. I should have liked him to have had land and farmed it. We should have done well. Jack had his four hundred a year clear, you know. At least, he ought to have had it. Oh, mother, don't you see that while you have been plotting against Jack you have plotted against me?" Aunt Dean felt sick with memories that were crowding upon her. The mistake she had made was a frightful one. "You cannot join your fate to Jack's, Alice," she repeated, wringing her hands. "A sailor's wife is too liable to be made a widow." "I know it, mother. I shall share his danger, for I am going out in the _Rose of Delhi_. The owners have consented, and Jack is fitting up a lovely little cabin for me that is to be my own saloon." "My daughter sail over the seas in a merchant ship!" gasped Aunt Dean. "Never!" "I should be no true wife if I could let my husband sail without me. Mother, it is you alone who have carved out our destiny. Better have left it to God." In a startled way, her heart full of remorse, she was beginning to see it; and she sat down, half fainting, on a chair. "It is a miserable prospect, Alice."