O, what a picture she was in the moonlight and the firelight! They both fought for that fair head, and each got a share of it: the full moon's silvery beams shone on her rose-like cheeks and lilified them a shade, and lit her great gray eyes and made them gleam astoundingly; but the ruby firelight rushed at her from behind, and flowed over her golden hair, and reddened and glorified it till it seemed more than mortal. And all this in a very picture-frame of snow. Imagine, then, how sweet and glorious she glowed on him who loved her, and who looked at her perhaps for the last time. The sight did wonders to clear his head; he stood open-mouthed, with his heart beating. She looked him all over a moment. "Ah!" said she. Then, quietly, "I am so glad you are come." Then, kindly and regretfully, "How pale you look! you are unhappy." This greeting, so gentle and kind, overpowered Griffith. His heart was too full to speak. Kate waited a moment; and then, as he did not reply to her, she began to plead to him. "I hope you are not angry with _me_," she said. "_I_ did not want him to leave me your estates. I would not rob you of them for the world, if I had my way." "Angry with you!" said Griffith. "I'm not such a villain. Mr. Charlton did the right thing, and--" He could say no more. "I do not think so," said Kate. "But don't you fret: all shall be settled to your satisfaction. I cannot quite love you, but I have a sincere affection for you; and so I ought. Cheer up, dear Griffith; don't you be down-hearted about what has happened to-day." Griffith smiled. "I don't feel unhappy," he said; "I did feel as if my heart was broken. But then you seemed parted from me. Now we are together, I feel as happy as ever. Mistress, don't you ever shut that window and leave me in the dark again. Let me stand and look at your sweet face all night, and I shall be the happiest man in Cumberland." "Ay," said Kate, blushing at his ardor; "happy for a single night; but when I go away you will be in the dumps again, and perhaps get tipsy; as if that could mend matters! Nay, I must set your happiness on stronger legs than that. Do you know I have got permission to undo this cruel will, and let you have Bolton Hall and Hernshaw again?" Griffith looked pleased, but rather puzzled. Kate went on, but not so glibly now. "However," said she, a little nervously, "there is one condition to it that will cost us both some pain. If you consent to accept these two estates from me, who don't value them one straw, why then--" "Well, what?" he gasped. "Why, then, my poor Griffith, we shall be bound in honor--you and I--not to meet for some months, perhaps for a whole year: in one word,--do not hate me,--not till you can bear to see me--another--man's--wife." The murder being out, she hid her face in her hands directly, and in that attitude awaited his reply.