"Yes, aunt, I do. I should be wrong to marry a man that I do not love; and as for the money, aunt, I must say that I think you are mistaken." "How mistaken?" "You think that I am called upon to put right some wrong that you think was done you by Sir John's brother. I don't think that I am under any such obligation. Uncle Jonathan left his money to his sister's children instead of to his brother's children. If his money had come to John, you would not have admitted that we had any claim, because we were nephews and nieces." "The whole thing would have been different." "Well, aunt, I am very tired, and if you'll let me, I'll go to bed." "Oh, certainly." Then, with anything but warm affection, the aunt and niece parted, and Miss Mackenzie went to her bed with a firm resolution that she would not become Lady Ball. It had been arranged for some time back that Mr Ball was to accompany his cousin up to London by the train; and though under the present circumstances that arrangement was not without a certain amount of inconvenience, there was no excuse at hand for changing it. Not a word was said at breakfast as to the scenes of last night. Indeed, no word could very well have been said, as all the family was present, including Jack and the girls. Lady Ball was very quiet, and very dignified; but Miss Mackenzie perceived that she was always called "Margaret," and not "my dear," as had been her aunt's custom. Very little was said by any one, and not a great deal was eaten. "Well; when are we to see you back again?" said Sir John, as Margaret arose from her chair on being told that the carriage was there. "Perhaps you and my aunt will come down some day and see me at Littlebath?" said Miss Mackenzie. "No; I don't think that's very likely," said Sir John. Then she kissed all the children, till she came to Jack. "I am going to kiss you, too," she said to him. "No objection in life," said Jack. "I sha'n't complain about that." "You'll come and see me at Littlebath?" said she. "That I will if you'll ask me." Then she put her face to her aunt, and Lady Ball permitted her cheek to be touched. Lady Ball was still not without hope, but she thought that the surest way was to assume a high dignity of demeanour, and to exhibit a certain amount of displeasure. She still believed that Margaret might be frightened into the match. It was but a mile and a half to the station, and for that distance Mr Ball and Margaret sat together in the carriage. He said nothing to her as to his proposal till the station was in view, and then only a word. "Think well of it, Margaret, if you can."