“And for a more practical reason, too,” she said, “for you know, my dear Archer, that the estate of White Cliffs being entailed—if you should die before her, and without male children—Catherine and her daughters, if she should have any, would be left homeless. But if I leave her this farm of Hardbargain, it can make no difference to you during your life, and if Catherine happen to survive you, it will secure her a home. What do you think of this plan, Archer? You look grave and troubled. If you have the slightest objection, I will not carry it out, of course.” “Surely I have not the least right to object, my dear mother; your property you have made by your own labor, and improved by your own admirable management.” “You have the right of nature, my dear Archer; and I see by your gravity, that you dislike this arrangement; therefore it shall not be made.” “You mistake my thoughtfulness, dear madam. If I am somewhat grave, it is upon another subject. Believe me, I have not the slightest fault to find with this plan; _neither does it take me by surprise, I have been prepared for it months since_. Mrs. Georgia Clifton informed me that such was your intention.” “Is it possible? How could Georgia have known anything about it? But I suppose she has heard me drop words to that effect. May I hope then, that this purpose meets your approbation, Archer?” “Certainly, madam, it can make no material difference, if Kate is to be my wife. And, if she were not to be so, I should be quite as well pleased.” Unconscious of the double meaning of his words, the lady then inquired into the cause of his gloom. “Merely a fit of moodiness, dear mother; the reaction, perhaps, of yesterday’s joy; a mere depression of spirits, which a brisk gallop over the hills will throw off.” “If you are inclined for a ride, Archer, you can do me a service at the same time, if you will go to L—— and bring out Mr. White, the lawyer, to draw up my will.” A spasm of pain passed over the handsome countenance of Major Clifton, and he said— “I will do anything you please, dearest mother; but surely there is no necessity for haste in this matter.” “Archer, _there is_. Besides, my mind will be easier when it is done. And Archer, lastly—bring with you a clergyman. I wish to receive the Holy Communion.” Major Clifton made no farther objection, but left the room to order his horse; and in less than half an hour he found himself on his way to L——. Mrs. Clifton summoned Kate. When the girl entered, she found the lady on the verge of fainting from over-exertion and extreme weakness. Catherine grew pale with sudden fear, and her hands trembled as she poured out and administered a restorative. Somewhat revived by the cordial, Mrs. Clifton said—