And surely it did seem, as Mrs. Carradyne would have liked to point out aloud, that those chimes had been fraught with messages of evil. For had not all these blessings set in with their removal?--even in the very hour that their fate was sealed! Harry Carradyne had drawn his uncle from the room; he now came in again, bringing Alice West. Her face was a picture of agitation, for she had been made known to Captain Monk. Harry led her up to Mrs. Hamlyn, with a beaming smile and a whisper. "Eliza, as we seem to be going in generally for amenities, won't you give just a little corner of your heart to _her_? We owe her some reparation for the past. It is her father who lies in that grave at the north end of the churchyard." Eliza started. "Her father! Poor George West her father?" "Even so." Just a moment's struggle with her rebellious spirit and Mrs. Hamlyn stooped to kiss the trembling girl. "Yes, Alice, we do owe you reparation amongst us, and we must try to make it," she said heartily. "I see how it is: you will reign here with Harry; and I think he will be able, after all, to let us keep Peacock's Range." There came a grand wedding, Captain Monk himself giving Alice away. But Mr. and Mrs. Hamlyn did not retain Peacock's Range; they and their boys, the two Walters, had to look out for another local residence; for Mrs. Carradyne retired to Peacock's Range herself. Now that Leet Hall had a young mistress, she deemed it policy to quit it; though it should have as much of her as it pleased as a visitor. And Captain Godfrey Monk made himself happier in these peaceful days than he had ever been in his stormy ones. And that's the history. If I had to begin it again, I don't think I should write it; for I have had to take its details from other people--chiefly from the Squire and old Mr. Sterling, of the Court. There's nothing of mine in it, so to say, and it has been only a bother. And those unfortunate chimes have nearly passed out of memory with the lapse of years. The "Silent Chimes" they are always called when, by chance, allusion is made to them, and will be so called for ever. THE END LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS LIMITED, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. MRS. HENRY WOOD'S NOVELS _SALE TWO AND A HALF MILLIONS._ EXTRACTS FROM THE PRESS. 1. EAST LYNNE. _FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTIETH THOUSAND._ "'East Lynne' is so full of incident, so exciting in every page, and so admirably written, that one hardly knows how to go to bed without reading to the very last page."--THE OBSERVER. "A work of remarkable power which displays a force of description and a dramatic completeness we have seldom seen surpassed. The interest of the narrative intensifies itself to the deepest pathos. The closing scene is in the highest degree tragic, and the whole management of the story exhibits unquestionable genius and originality."--THE DAILY NEWS.