Nevertheless, this little morning scene at Hoddon Grey possessed, for the sensitive eye, a peculiar charm. The spaces of the somewhat empty room matched the bareness of the white linen, the few flowers standing separately here and there upon it, and the few pieces of old silver. The absence of any loose abundance of food or gear, the frugal refined note, were of course symbolic of the life lived in the house. The Newburys were rich. Their beautifully housed, and beautifully kept estate, with its nobly adorned churches, its public halls and institutions, proclaimed the fact; but in their own private sphere it was ignored as much as possible. "Here he is!" exclaimed Lady William, turning to the door with something of a flutter. "Oh, Edward, they are lovely!" Her son laid the dewy bunch beside her plate and then kissed his mother affectionately. "Many happy returns!--and you, father! Hullo--mother, you've got a secret--you're blushing! What's up?" And still holding Lady William by the arm, he looked smilingly from her to the jeweler's case on the table. "They must be reset, dear; but they're fine." Lady William opened the case, and pushed it toward him. It contained a necklace and pendant, two bracelets, and a stomacher brooch of diamonds and sapphire--magnificent stones in a heavy gold setting, whereof the Early Victorianism cried aloud. The set had been much admired in the great exhibition of 1851, where indeed it had been bought by Lady William's father as a present to his wife. Secretly Lady William still thought it superb; but she was quite aware that no young woman would wear it. Edward looked at it with amusement. "The stones are gorgeous. When Cartier's had a go at it, it'll be something like! I can remember your wearing it, mother, at Court, when I was a small child. And you're going to give it to Marcia?" He kissed her again. "Take it, dear, and ask her how she'd like them set," said his mother, happily, putting the box into his hand; after which he was allowed to sit down to his breakfast. Lord William meanwhile had taken no notice of the little incident of the jewels. He was deep in a letter which seemed to have distracted his attention entirely from his son and to be causing him distress. When he had finished it he pushed it away and sat gazing before him as though still held by the recollection of it. "I never knew a more sad, a more difficult case," he said, presently, speaking, it seemed, to himself. Edward turned with a start. "Another letter, father?" Lord William pushed it over to him.