As Lord Cheriton James Dalbrook linked himself indissolubly with the lands which his wife’s money had bought—money made in a ’Frisco wine-shop for the most part. Happily, however, few of Lord Cheriton’s friends were aware of that fact. Morales had traded under an assumed name in the miners’ city, and had only resumed his patronymic on retiring from the bar and the wine-vaults. It will be seen, therefore, that Juanita could not boast of aristocratic lineage upon either side. Her beauty and grace, her lofty carriage and high-bred air, were spontaneous as the beauty of a wild flower upon one of those furzy knolls over which her young feet had bounded in many a girlish race with her dogs or her chosen companion of the hour. She looked like the daughter of a duke, although one of her grandfathers had sold pots and pans, and the other had kept order, with a bowie-knife and a revolver in his belt, over the humours of a ’Frisco tavern, in the days when the city was still in its rough and tumble infancy, fierce as a bull-pup. Her father, who, as the years went on, worshipped this only child of his, never forgot that she lacked that one sovereign advantage of good birth and highly placed kindred; and thus it was that from her childhood he had been on the watch for some alliance which should give her these advantages. The opportunity had soon offered itself. Among his Dorsetshire neighbours one of the most distinguished was Sir Godfrey Carmichael, a man of old family and good estate, highly connected on the maternal side, and well connected all round, and married to the daughter of an Irish peer. Sir Godfrey showed himself friendly from the hour of Mr. Dalbrook’s advent in the neighbourhood. He declared himself delighted to welcome new blood when it came in the person of a man of talent and power. Lady Jane Carmichael was equally pleased with James Dalbrook’s gentle wife. The friendship thus begun never knew any interruption till it ended suddenly in a ploughed field between Wareham and Wimbourne, where Sir Godfrey’s horse blundered at a fence, fell, and rolled over his rider, ten years after Juanita’s birth. There were two daughters and a son, considerably their junior, who succeeded his father at the age of fifteen, and who had been Juanita’s playfellow ever since she could run alone.