"Papa is also, I think, anxious about Verena," added Coralie. "She has taken the matter to heart in quite an unnecessary manner; just, I'm sure, as if she intended to die over it. That must vex papa: I see him glancing at her every minute in the day. Oh, I assure you I am the only cheerful one of the family now," concluded Coralie, lightly, as she ran away to catch the others. That was the last we saw of them that year. On the morrow we left for Dyke Manor. * * * * * In the course of the autumn John Tanerton ran up to Timberdale from Liverpool. It had come to his knowledge that the Ash Farm, belonging to Robert Ashton, was to let--Grace had chanced to mention it incidentally when writing to Alice--and poor Jack thought if he could only take it his fortune was made. He was an excellent, practical farmer, and knew he could make it answer. But it would take two or three thousand pounds to stock the Ash Farm, and Jack had not as many available shillings. He asked his brother to lend him the money. "I always knew you were deficient in common sense," was the Rector's sarcastic rejoiner to the request. "Three thousand pounds! What next?" "It would be quite safe, Herbert: you know how energetic I am. And I will pay you good interest." "No doubt you will--when I lend it you. You have a cheek!" "But----" "That will do; don't waste breath," interrupted Herbert, cutting him short. And he positively refused the request--refused to listen to another word. Strolling past Maythorn Bank that same afternoon, very much down in looks and spirits, Jack saw Sir Dace Fontaine. He was leaning over his little gate, looking just as miserable as Jack. For Sir Dace to look out of sorts was nothing unusual; for Jack it was. Sir Dace asked what was amiss: and Jack--candid, free-spoken, open-natured Jack--told of his disappointment in regard to the Ash Farm: his brother not feeling inclined to advance him the necessary money to take it--three thousand pounds. "I wonder you do not return to the sea, Captain Tanerton," cried Sir Dace. "I do not care to return to it," was Jack's answer. "Why?" "I shall never go to sea again, Sir Dace," he said in his candour. "Never go to sea again!" "No. At any rate, not until I am cleared. While this dark cloud of suspicion lies upon me I am not fit to take the command of others. Some windy night insubordinate men might throw the charge in my teeth." "You are wrong," said Sir Dace, his countenance taking an angry turn. "You know, I presume, your own innocence--and you should act as if you knew it."