A mother's commands had never been disputed by Christobelle, and it was, perhaps, better to meet his lordship. By an open declaration of engaged affection, which would end all further hopes on his side, Christobelle's disquietudes would cease; and her mother would reconcile herself to a step which must be unavoidable, by every honourable and upright principle of justice. Christobelle had no doubts to solve, no inquiries to make with her own heart. Every feeling of her soul was given to Sir John Spottiswoode, and Lord Farnborough had not deserved to endure suspense. She obeyed her mother's command, therefore, to meet his lordship upon the terrace. Her steps were slow, and her mind was torn with contending feelings, but she went forward. "Bell," said Lady Wetheral, as she passed through the open window, "do not be rash." Lord Farnborough approached with respectful pleasure. Christobelle returned his greeting with a silent bow, but she could not command words, and she stood in silence before him. His lordship hesitated. "Miss Wetheral is aware, I presume, of my errand here--of my anxious wish--of my hopes?" "My mother has informed me, my lord, of your wishes--of the honour done me, but...." "Will you do me the honour to walk up the terrace, Miss Wetheral, while I explain my feelings and motives." His lordship offered his arm; Christobelle declined it silently. "I trust you will not misinterpret my action, Miss Wetheral. I am not a confident man, or one who presumes upon a parent's interest in my behalf--it was done in all respect, Miss Wetheral." "I am sure it was so, my lord--my only motive for declining your assistance, is the fear of giving a hope, where none is intended." His lordship appeared startled and annoyed. "When I have explained my wishes, Miss Wetheral, to you, and when I state my hope that you will allow me to visit you at present, simply as a friend, till you can give me a dearer title, I trust you will listen calmly to what I am further anxious to say." "Lord Farnborough," replied Christobelle, with trepidation of voice and manner, "I will not deceive you for one moment. Pray do not think of me, for it is useless. I--I--cannot love you, or even give you hope that I ever shall love you. Pray do not think of me." Lord Farnborough bowed with great stiffness. "I beg your pardon, Miss Wetheral, for this annoyance, but, allow me to say, I was assured you were disengaged." "My lord, I was----, I am----." The words died upon Christobelle's tongue; she could not utter them. "Ponsonby has made an impression upon your heart, Miss Wetheral! I thought--I was _sure_ of it yesterday! That fellow is born to be my misery." Christobelle laid her hand upon his lordship's arm, and endeavoured to speak distinctly, but she could only articulate, "No, no, no!"