"I cannot bear the thought of giving you up to the busy world again," she answered, tenderly, leaning her head against him. "Nor will it be done without struggle and pain on my part. When we looked forward to the life we have been leading for the last few years, I felt that I could ask of the world nothing of external good beyond; I have yet asked nothing. Here I have found my earthly paradise. But if banishment must come, I will try to go forth patiently, even though I cannot shut the fountain of tears. There is another Eden." Mr. Markland was about replying, when his sister entered the room, and he remained silent. CHAPTER XXVII. THE conversation was resumed after they were again alone. "Grace frets herself continually about Fanny," said Mrs. Markland, as her sister-in-law, after remaining for a short time, arose and left the room. "She is always troubling herself about something," answered Mr. Markland, impatiently. "Like many others, she generally looks at the shadowed side. But Fanny is so changed, that not to feel concern on her account would show a strange indifference." Mr. Markland sighed involuntarily, but made no answer. He, too, felt troubled whenever his thoughts turned to his daughter. Yet had he become so absorbed in the new business that demanded his attention, and in the brilliant results which dazzled him, that to think, to any satisfactory conclusion, on the subject of Fanny's relation to Mr. Lyon, had been impossible; and this was the reason why he rather avoided than sought a conference with his wife. She now pressed the matter on his attention so closely, that he could not waive its consideration. "Mr. Lyon's purposes are not to be mistaken," said Mrs. Markland. "In what respect?" was evasively inquired. "In respect to Fanny." "I think not," was the brief response. "Has he written you formally on the subject?" "No." "His conduct, then, to speak in the mildest terms, is very singular." "His relation to Fanny has been an exceedingly embarrassing one," said Mr. Markland. "There has been no opportunity for him to speak out freely." "That disability no longer exists." "True, and I shall expect from him an early and significant communication." "Let us look this matter directly in the face, Edward," said Mrs. Markland, in a sober voice. "Suppose he ask for the hand of our daughter." "A thing not at all unlikely to happen," answered her husband. "What then?" "I fear you are prejudiced against Mr. Lyon," said Markland, a little coldly. "I love my child!" was the simple, touching answer. "Well?" "I am a woman," she further said, "and know the wants of a woman's heart. I am a wife, and have been too tenderly loved and cared for, not to desire a like happy condition for my child." And she leaned against her husband, and gazed into his face with a countenance full of thankful love. "Mr. Lyon is a man of honour," said Mr. Markland. "Has he a tender, loving heart? Can he appreciate a woman?"