People who are not bereaved by the death are always inclined to chatter, coming home from a funeral. Kate now talked to Neville of her own accord, and asked him if he had spoken to his host. He said yes, and, more than that, had come to a clear understanding with him. "We agreed that it was no use fighting for you. I said, if either of us two was to kill the other, it did not follow you would wed the survivor." "Me wed the wretch!" said Kate, "I should abhor him, and go into a convent in spite of you all, and end my days praying for the murdered man's soul." "Neither of us is worth all that," suggested Neville, with an accent of conviction. "That is certain," replied the lady, dryly; "so please not to do it." He bade her set her mind at ease: they had both agreed to try and win her by peaceful arts. "Then a pretty life mine will be!" "Well, I think it will, till you decide." "I could easily decide, if it were not for giving pain to--somebody." "Oh, you can't help that. My sweet mistress, you are not the first that has had to choose between two worthy men. For, in sooth, I have nothing to say against my rival, neither. I know him better than I did: he is a very worthy gentleman, though he is damnably in my way." "And you are a very noble one to say so." "And you are one of those that make a man noble: I feel that petty arts are not the way to win you, and I scorn them. Sweet Mistress Kate, I adore you! You are the best and noblest, as well as the loveliest of women!" "Oh, hush, Mr. Neville! I am a creature of clay,--and you are another,--and both of us coming home from a funeral. Do think of _that_." Here they were interrupted by Mr. Peyton asking Kate to lend him a shilling for the groom. Kate replied aloud that she had left her purse at home, then whispered in his ear that she had not a shilling in the world: and this was strictly true; for her little all was Tom Leicester's now. With this they reached the Hall, and the coy Kate gave both Neville and Gaunt the slip, and got amongst her mates. There her tongue went as fast as her neighbors', though she had just come back from a funeral. But soon the ladies and gentlemen were all invited to the reading of the will. And now chance, which had hitherto befriended Neville by throwing him into one carriage with Kate, gave Gaunt a turn. He found her a moment alone and near the embrasure of a window. He seized the opportunity, and asked her, might he say a word in her ear? "What a question!" said she, gayly; and the next moment they had the embrasure to themselves. "Kate," said he, hurriedly, "in a few minutes, I suppose, I shall be master of this place. Now you told me once you would rather be an abbess or a nun than marry me." "Did I?" said Kate. "What a sensible speech! But the worst of it is, I'm never in the same mind long."