"Yes," she said, with contempt: "have you forgotten what I saw that evening in Ranby Wood? Have you forgotten the past year's neglect and contemptuous indifference to all my affection? Shame on you, Richard; shame! You ask me to be your wife, and tell me I am promised to you. I am; but you have broken the ties, and if I could forgive you, it must be years hence, when I have learned the truth of your sorrow for what is past." Before he could recover from his surprise, she had snatched away her hand to run, frightened and sobbing, to her own room, where she threw herself upon her knees, to weep and bewail her wickedness, for she was beginning to feel that there was some truth in her cousin's words, and that she had committed a sin, for whose enormity there could be no pardon. "What is to become of me?" she wailed in her misery, as she went to her dressing-table, and started back in affright at her hot, flushed face. "Oh, is it true that I have behaved as he says, and can Mr Selwood have seen my boldness?" She sank into a chair to cover her face with her hands, but only to start and utter a faint cry as she felt them drawn away, and saw that Mrs Glaire was looking eagerly down upon her flushed and fevered cheeks. Volume 3, Chapter II. SIM SLEE'S BROTHERHOOD. Many of Richard Glaire's workmen belonged to one of the regular trades' unions, from which they received counsel and assistance, and these men held Sim Slee's movements in the most utter contempt. For his part, the above-named worthy returned the contempt, looking down upon trades' unions as not being of sufficiently advanced notions for him, and praising up his own brotherhood to all who were weak enough to listen. The brotherhood, as he called it, was entirely his own invention, as far as Dumford was concerned; but it was really based upon an absurd institution that had place in London, and maintained a weak and sickly growth, being wanting in all the good qualities of the regular unions, and embracing every one of their faults. But it pleased Sim Slee, who went upon the motto _Aut Caesar aut nullus_. In his own brotherhood he was chief, chairman, father, or patriarch. In the regular trades' union he would have been only Sim Slee, an individual largely held in contempt. It was a great night at the Bull and Cucumber, for the brotherhood was to hold a secret meeting on the subject of the lock-out. Robinson, the landlord, took a great interest in the proceedings, and wanted to see all; but Sim Slee and one or two more leaders of the secret society condescended only to allow the inquiring mind to see to the arrangement of the tables and forms; and then, as the brotherhood assembled in secret conclave, they were ushered in with great ceremony, and every man seemed to be impressed with the solemnity.