It was a painful position, but her manner of bearing it was exalted. She had not been a favorite--the pride, the truth, the independence of her nature had forbidden that. She had not sought the liking of strangers, nor courted their esteem; she had not been sweet and womanly, weeping with those who wept, and rejoicing with those who rejoiced; she had looked around her with a scorn for conventionalities that had not sat well upon one so young--and now she was to pay the penalties for all this. She knew that people talked about her--that they said she was rightly punished, justly treated--that it was a blessing for the whole county to have a proper Lady Darrell at Darrell Court She knew that among all the crowds who came to the Court there was not one who sympathized with her, or who cared in the least for her disappointment. No Darrell ever showed greater bravery than she did in her manner of bearing up under disappointment. Whatever she felt or thought was most adroitly concealed. The Spartan boy was not braver; she gave no sign. No humiliation seemed to touch her, she carried herself loftily; nor could any one humiliate her when she did not humiliate herself. Even Sir Oswald admired her. "She is a true Darrell," he said to Miss Hastings; "what a grand spirit the girl has, to be sure!" The Court was soon one scene of gayety. Lady Darrell seemed determined to enjoy her position. There were garden-parties at which she appeared radiant in the most charming costumes, balls where her elegance and delicate beauty, her thoroughbred grace, made her the queen; and of all this gayety she took the lead. Sir Oswald lavished every luxury upon her--her wishes were gratified almost before they were expressed. Lady Hampton, calling rather earlier than usual one day, found her in her luxurious dressing-room, surrounded by such treasures of silk, velvet, lace, jewels, ornaments of every description of the most costly and valuable kind, that her ladyship looked round in astonishment. "My dearest Elinor," she said, "what are you doing? What beautiful confusion!" Lady Darrell raised her fair face, with a delicate flush and a half-shy glance. "Look, aunt," she said, "I am really overwhelmed." "What does it mean?" asked Lady Hampton. "It means that Sir Oswald is too generous. These large boxes have just arrived from Paris; he told me they were a surprise for me--a present from him. Look at the contents--dresses of all kinds, lace, ornaments, fans, slippers, gloves, and such _articles of luxury_ as can be bought only in Paris. I am really ashamed." "Sir Oswald is indeed generous," said Lady Hampton; then she looked round the room to see if they were quite alone. The maid had disappeared. "Ah, Elinor," remarked Lady Hampton, "you are indeed a fortunate woman; your lines have fallen in pleasant places. You might have looked all England over and not have found such a husband. I am quite sure of one thing--you have everything a woman's heart can desire."