COLONEL MORLEY (peevishly).--"Without doubt. You have had gratified ambition, a great career. Envy you! who would not? Your own objects in life fulfilled: you coveted distinction,--you won it; fortune,--your wealth is immense; the restoration of your name and lineage from obscurity and humiliation,--are not name and lineage again written in the /Libro d'oro/? What king would not hail you as his counsellor? What senate not open its ranks to admit you as a chief? What house, though the haughtiest in the land, would not accept your alliance? And withal, you stand before me stalwart and unbowed, young blood still in your veins. Ungrateful man, who would not change lots with Guy Darrell? Fame, fortune, health, and, not to flatter you, a form and presence that would be remarked, though you stood in that black frock by the side of a monarch in his coronation robes." DARRELL.--"You have turned my question against myself with a kindliness of intention that makes me forgive your belief in my vanity. Pass on, --or rather pass back; you say you have tried all in life that distracts or sweetens. Not so, lone bachelor; you have not tried wedlock. Has not that been your mistake?" COLONEL MORLEY.--"Answer for yourself. You have tried it." The words were scarce out of his mouth ere he repented the retort; for Darrell started as if stung to the quick; and his brow, before serene, his lip, before playful, grew, the one darkly troubled, the other tightly compressed. "Pardon me," faltered out the friend. DARRELL.--"Oh, yes! I brought it on myself. What stuff we have been talking! Tell me the news, not political, any other. But first, your report of young Haughton. Cordial thanks for all your kindness to him. You write me word that he is much improved,--most likeable; you add, that at Paris he became the rage, that in London you are sure he will be extremely popular. Be it so, if for his own sake. Are you quite sure that it is not for the expectations which I come here to disperse?" COLONEL MORLEY.--"Much for himself, I am certain; a little, perhaps, because--whatever he thinks, and I say to the contrary--people seeing no other heir to your property--" "I understand," interrupted Darrell, quickly. "But he does not nurse those expectations? he will not be disappointed?" COLONEL MORLEY.--"Verily I believe that, apart from his love for you and a delicacy of sentiment that would recoil from planting hopes of wealth in the graves of benefactors, Lionel Haughton would prefer carving his own fortunes to all the ingots hewed out of California by another's hand and bequeathed by another's will." DARRELL.--"I am heartily glad to hear and to trust you." COLONEL MORLEY.--"I gather from what you say that you are here with the intention to--to--" "Marry again," said Darrell, firmly. "Right. I am." "I always felt sure you would marry again. Is the lady here too?" "What lady?" "The lady you have chosen."