"A deep solemn pause succeeded. I was too awe-struck to weep. The deep convulsive sobs which burst from the heart of the bereaved husband warned intruders to retire. My mother led me from the chamber of death, and as we took our way in silence across the park, the solemn toll of the death-bell floated through its beautiful glades. "'Mother,' said I; clinging to her dress. 'What is that?' "'The voice of death, Philip. Did you not hear that bell toll for your father? It will one day toll for me--for you--for all.' "'How I wish, mother, that that day would soon come.' "'Silly boy! Do you wish us all dead?' "'Not you mother, nor granny. You may both live as long as you like. But when it tolls for me, I shall be in Heaven with dear Lady Moncton.' "Rachel started, stopped suddenly, and fixed upon me a mournful gaze, the only glance of tenderness which ever beamed upon me from those brilliant, stern eyes. "'Poor child! you may have your wish gratified only too soon. Did Robert Moncton or Dinah North know of your existence, the green sod would not lie long unpiled upon your head. You think I do not love you, Philip!' she cried, passionately--'I do, I do, my poor child. I have saved your life, though you think me so cross and stern.' "She knelt down beside me on the grass, flung her arms round me, and pressed me convulsively to her bosom, whilst big bright tears fell fast over my wondering countenance. "'Mother,' I sobbed, 'I do love you sometimes--always, when you speak kindly, to me, as you do now; and I love dear little Alice--ah, so much! my heart is full of love--I cannot tell you how much.' "Rachel redoubled her weeping--a step sounded behind us--she sprang to her feet, as Dinah North, with the little Margaret Moncton in her arms, joined us. "'What are you doing there, Rachel?' growled forth the hard-hearted woman. 'Are you saying your prayers, or admiring the beauty of your son. Hang the boy! though he is your child, I never can feel the least interest in him.' "'Is that his fault or yours?' said my mother, coldly. "'Ah, mine, of course,' said Dinah, bitterly. 'We are not accountable for our likes or dislikes. I hate the boy!' "I looked at her with defiance in my eyes, and she answered my look with a sharp blow on the cheek. 'Don't look at me, young dog, in that insolent way. I have tamed prouder spirits than yours, and I'll tame yours yet.' "My mother gave her an angry glance, but said nothing, and we walked slowly on. At last Dinah turned to her and said: "'Rachel, this should be a proud and joyful day to you.' "'In what respect, mother?' "'Your rival's dead; you have gained your liberty, and Sir Alexander is free to choose another wife. Do you understand me now?'