"Aye. But one never cares what one spends upon a fancy. I am not so satisfied with the bills my gardener brings me in for plants. I dare say, now, you did not grudge what you gave for your favourite horse." "My chestnut was a present from Uncle Singleton," said Harriet, "but it is shocking to think what he cost." "I always think it very extravagant to spend much upon horses," said Lady Raymond, "they are such uncertain things. They fall lame, or die; or, something--" "Not more uncertain than Blenheim spaniels," said Harriet, laughing. "Ah! true, Lady Raymond; recollect the fifty guineas for Flora," said Mr. Haveloc. "You certainly saved her life that day," said Lucy. "Raymond did not know what on earth to do for her, poor little love!" "You will stand up for the cold water cure after that," said Mr. Haveloc. "I shall, indeed," said Lady Raymond, "I sing your praises every where." "But I am dying to see the tomb of the Danish sea-king," said Harriet. "Where is it?" "It was in the chancel," Mr. Haveloc said. "He would show them the way." Margaret gathered from this trifling conversation, on what an intimate footing he was at Wardenscourt. She felt sick to death. She never lifted her eyes from the pavement, and scarcely knew where she was going, nor what her companions were talking about. She was occupied with one feeling, that he must think it strange and indelicate that she was of the party, and that she wished that some one would tell him that they believed him to be in London. But they were too much engrossed with the strange old tomb. "This granite chest--look, Lucy! how curious!" exclaimed Harriet. "And what a sword--immense! can you lift it, Mr. Haveloc?" He raised it a little off the lid. "It is chained down, you see," he said, "because it was once stolen. And my ancestor had more trouble than it was worth in getting it back again." "What time was that?" asked Lady Raymond. "In the reign of William the Third," he replied. "Has this tomb ever been opened?" asked Harriet. "Yes. In my father's time." "And what did they find within?" "A good deal of armour, and a few bones." "Delightful! If I were you, Mr. Haveloc, I would make a point of being buried in it myself," said Harriet, laughing. Those persons who think little of preparing for death, are always the most cheerful and ready in talking about it. "I would not intrude upon him," said Mr. Haveloc. "I should be very scrupulous of usurping the last home of any man." "Oh! you are quite a saint, I hear, Mr. Haveloc," said Harriet, gaily. "Very good hearing," said Mr. Haveloc; "but, saint, or not, I have no idea of squeezing into this tomb along with the old Dane!"