Ida was silent, remembering how, with the revelation of the fraud that had been practised upon her, the very man himself had seemed to undergo a transformation--as if a disguise, altering his every characteristic, had been suddenly flung aside. She did not answer Bessie's question, but, looking down at her with grave, searching eyes, she said,--'Dear Bessie, it was a very foolish jest. I know it is not in your nature to mean unkindly to anyone, least of all to me, to whom you have been an angel of light; but all practical jokes of that kind are liable to inflict pain and humiliation upon the victim--however innocently meant. Whose idea was it, Bess? Not yours, I think?' 'No; it was Urania who proposed it. She said it would be such fun.' 'Miss Rylance is not usually so--funny.' 'No; but she was particularly jolly that day, don't you remember? in positively boisterous spirits--for her.' 'And the outcome of her amiability was this suggestion?' 'Yes, darling. She had noticed that you had a kind of romantic fancy about Brian of the Abbey--that you had idealised his image, as it were--and set him up as a kind of demi-god. Not because of his wealth, darling--don't suppose that we supposed that--but on account of that dear old Abbey and its romantic associations, which gave a charm to the owner. And so she said what fun it would be to pass off Brian Walford as his cousin, and see if you fell in love with him. 'I know she is ready to lay her heart at the feet of the owner of the Abbey,' Urania said; and I thought it would be too delicious if you were to fall in love with Brian Walford, who could not help falling in love with you, for of course it would end in your marrying him, and his getting on splendidly at the Bar; for, with his talents, he must do well. He only wants a motive for industry. And then you would be our very own cousin! I hope it wasn't a very wicked idea, Ida, and that you will find it in your heart to forgive me,' pleaded Bess, kneeling by her friend's chair, with clasped bands upon Ida's knees, and sweet, half-tearful face looking up, 'My darling, I have never been angry with you,' answered Ida, clasping the girl to her heart, with a stifled sob. 'But I don't think Miss Rylance meant so kindly. Her idea sprang from a malevolent heart. She wanted to humiliate me--to drag my most sordid characteristics into the light of day--to make me more abject than poverty had made me already. That was the motive of her joke.' 'Never mind her motive, dear. All I am interested in is your opinion of Brian. I hope he behaved nicely at Mauleverer.' 'Very nicely.' 'Cobb says that Fräulein positively raves about him--declares he is quite the most gentlemanly young man she ever saw--a godly young man she called him, in her funny English. And, she says, that he was madly in love with you. Of course he made you an offer?' 'How could he do that when I was always with the Fräulein?'