Mr. Rose pushed his chair back loudly and got up from the table. For a moment he stood struggling for words, then he turned suddenly with a growl and quitted the room, banging the door after him in a fashion which clearly indicated that he still had some lessons to learn. “You’ve made your father angry,” said his lordship. “It’s for his own good,” said Miss Rose. “Are you really sorry to leave us?” “Sorry?” repeated the other. “Sorry is no word for it.” “You will miss father,” said the girl. He sighed gently. “And Annie,” she continued. He sighed again, and Jane took a slight glance at him cornerwise. “And me too, I hope,” she said, in a low voice. “_Miss_ you!” repeated his lordship, in a suffocating voice. “I should miss the sun less.” “I am so glad,” said Jane, clasping her hands; “it is so nice to feel that one is not quite forgotten. Of course, I can never forget you. You are the only nobleman I have ever met.” “I hope that it is not only because of that,” he said, forlornly. Miss Rose pondered. When she pondered her eyes increased in size and revealed unsuspected depths. “No-o,” she said at length, in a hesitating voice. “Suppose that I were not what I am represented to be,” he said slowly. “Suppose that, instead of being Lord Fairmount, I were merely a clerk.” “A clerk?” repeated Miss Rose, with a very well-managed shudder. “How can I suppose such an absurd thing as that?” “But if I were?” urged his lordship, feverishly. “It’s no use supposing such a thing as that,” said Miss Rose, briskly; “your high birth is stamped on you.” His lordship shook his head. “I would sooner be a laborer on this farm than a king anywhere else,” he said, with feeling. Miss Rose drew a pattern on the floor with the toe of her shoe. “The poorest laborer on the farm can have the pleasure of looking at you every day,” continued his lordship passionately. “Every day of his life he can see you, and feel a better man for it.” Miss Rose looked at him sharply. Only the day before the poorest laborer had seen her—when he wasn’t expecting the honor—and received an epitome of his character which had nearly stunned him. But his lordship’s face was quite grave. “I go to-morrow,” he said. “Yes,” said Jane, in a hushed voice. He crossed the room gently and took a seat by her side. Miss Rose, still gazing at the floor, wondered indignantly why it was she was not blushing. His Lordship’s conversation had come to a sudden stop and the silence was most awkward. “I’ve been a fool, Miss Rose,” he said at last, rising and standing over her; “and I’ve been taking a great liberty. I’ve been deceiving you for nearly a fortnight.” “Nonsense!” responded Miss Rose, briskly. “I have been deceiving you,” he repeated. “I have made you believe that I am a person of title.” “Nonsense!” said Miss Rose again. The other started and eyed her uneasily.