"Uncle Godfrey," he said at last, starting out of a reverie, "you have been good enough to make me your heir. It was unexpected on my part, unsolicited; but you did do it, and you caused me to leave the army in consequence, to give up my fair prospects in life. I am aware that this deed is not irrevocable, and certainly you have the right to do what you will with your own property. But you must forgive me for saying that you should have made quite sure of your intentions beforehand: before taking me up, if it be only to throw me aside again." "There, there, we'll leave it," retorted Captain Monk testily. "No harm's done to you yet, Mr. Harry; I don't know that it will be." But Harry Carradyne felt sure that it would be; that he should be despoiled of the inheritance. The resolute look of power on Eliza's face, bent on him as he quitted the chamber, was an earnest of that. Captain Monk was not the determined man he had once been; that was over. "A pretty kettle of fish, this is," ruefully soliloquised Harry, as he marched along the corridor. "Eliza's safe to get her will; no doubt of that. And I? what am I to do? I can't repurchase and go back amongst them again like a returned shilling; at least, I won't; and I can't turn Parson, or Queen's Counsel, or Cabinet Minister. I'm fitted for nothing now, that I see, but to be a gentleman-at-large; and what would the gentleman's income be?" Standing at the corridor window, softly whistling, he ran over ways and means in his mind. He had a pretty house of his own, Peacock's Range, formerly his father's, and about four hundred a-year. After his mother's death it would not be less than a thousand a-year. "That means bread and cheese at present. Later---- Heyday, young lady, what's the matter?" The school room door, close by, had opened with a burst, and Miss Kate Dancox was flying down the stairs--her usual progress the minute lessons were over. Harry strolled into the room. The governess was putting the littered table straight. "Any admission, ma'am?" cried he quaintly, making for a chair. "I should like to ask leave to sit down for a bit." Alice West laughed, and stirred the fire by way of welcome; he was a very rare visitor to the school-room. The blaze, mingling with the rays of the setting sun that streamed in at the window, played upon her sweet face and silky brown hair, lighted up the bright winter dress she wore, and the bow of pink ribbon that fastened the white lace round her slender, pretty throat. "Are you so much in need of a seat?" she laughingly asked. "Indeed I am," was the semi-grave response. "I have had a shock." "A very sharp one, sir?" "Sharp as steel. Really and truly," he went on in a different tone, as he left the chair and stood up by the table, facing her; "I have just heard news that may affect my whole future life; may change me from a rich man to a poor one." "Oh, Mr. Carradyne!" Her manner had changed now.