"Elizabeth;" and he took her work from her hand, and laid it on the table. "My dear love! does Phyllis know?" "What, Richard?" "About Antony and the Hallam estate?" "No; I thought it best to let you tell her." "Because you were sure I would refuse it?--Phyllis!" "Yes, Richard." "Your uncle is going to disinherit Antony; and he wishes me to become his heir and take his name." "But that is impossible. You could not take Antony's place. You could not give up your name--not for a kingdom." "Then," said Elizabeth, a little proudly, "he must give me up. I cannot disobey my father." Phyllis quietly rose and went out. She could not interfere with the lovers, but she felt sorry enough for them. Richard's compliance was forbidden by every sentiment of honor. Elizabeth was little likely to give way. Richard held her to her promise, and pleaded for its fulfillment. He wanted no fortune. He was quite content that her fortune should go to free Hallam. But he did not see that her life and happiness, and his, also, should be sacrificed to Antony's insane ambition. "He will marry, doubtless," he urged. "He may have a large family; cannot one of them, in such case, be selected as heir?" This was the only hope Elizabeth would admit. In her way she was as immovable as Richard. She had made up her mind as to what was her duty in the premises, and her lover could not move her from this position. And, as the unhappy can seldom persuade themselves that "sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," each heart was heavy with the probable sorrows that were to flow from this complication of affairs. Phyllis, musing thoughtfully at her own room window, saw the squire walking on the terrace. Her first impulse was to go to him, but she sat down to consider the inclination. Her class-leader, a shrewd, pious old Scotchman, had once said to her--"Nine impulses oot o' ten, Sister Phyllis, come fra the de'il. Just put an impulse through its catechism before ye go the gate it sends ye." So she sat down to think. "What right have I to interfere? Ought I to solicit a confidence? Can I do good? Might I not do harm? A good word spoken out of season is often a bad word; and I am not sure what is the good word in this case. I had better be still and wait." Her patience had in some measure its reward. Toward afternoon Elizabeth came to her room. Her eyes were red with weeping, but she said, "Father and Richard have shaken hands, Phyllis; there is to be no ill-will about the disappointment." "I am very glad. But is it to be a disappointment--to you, I mean, Elizabeth?" "I fear so; I must stand by father's side as regards Hallam. I can wait and love on. But I will not bind Richard. He is free." "I am quite sure he is not free. Richard will never be free while there remains a hope of eventually winning you." "He says that nothing but my marriage to some other person shall make him lose hope; but men say these things and forget."