"Well, the old fury sees what you want, my dear lad, and so she is determined that Isabella shall marry David and not you. To accomplish her aims she went through some hocus-pocus of devilry, or fortune-telling, or incantation, and discovered that if Isabella marries you, Mrs. Dallas will die." "And does Mrs. Dallas believe that rubbish?" asked Maurice, incredulously. "Implicitly! I tell you she is ignorant and superstitious. Come what may, she is convinced that your marriage with Isabella means her own death; so you may rest assured, Maurice, that she will never, never accept you as her son-in-law." "I understand," said Maurice, with a shrug. "It seems hopeless to contest this decision of a diseased and feeble mind. I can understand Dido stopping my marriage, as she wants to retain her sinful influence over Isabella; I can understand Mrs. Dallas, weak and silly, being dominated by this negro Jezebel; but I can't understand why David is chosen as the future son-in-law. If he marries Isabella, he will no more put up with Dido than I should have done." "Of course not; I can't explain the reason," repeated Jen, shaking his head. "But you know all that I know, Maurice; and you can see that it is hopeless for you to attempt to marry the girl." "I'm not so sure of that," retorted Maurice; "I love Isabella, and come what may I intend to make her my wife." "But what about me?" said a voice outside the open window; "what about me?" And a moment later David, in dusty riding-dress, stepped into the room. He looked disturbed and angry, and his strongly marked face bore traces of agitation and haunting thoughts. Disturbed by the unexpected appearance of David, and seeing from his expression that he was bent upon making himself disagreeable, Jen hastily interposed to prevent a quarrel between the two young men. "What, David, back again!" he said, ignoring the question asked by Sarby. "So you did not stay to dinner?" "No," replied David, shortly. "I didn't!" He flung himself into a chair and resumed in a significant tone, "Lady Seamere didn't ask me, and if she had I couldn't have accepted in this dress. Besides, I am not the man whom she delights to honor. Now if Maurice had been there, Lady Meg--" "For heaven's sake don't couple my name with Lady Meg's," interrupted Maurice, sharply. "You know quite well--" "Yes I do," rejoined David, interrupting in his turn. "And so does she!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. It's no use your assuming that innocent air, Maurice. You have not treated Lady Meg well!" "I have! How dare you say such a thing? Lady Meg knew that I was in love with Isabella." "Oh!" said David, with a sneer. "I overheard you arrange to marry her. But you'll never do that while I am alive, or Mrs. Dallas either." "I know that Mrs. Dallas is on your side, and I know the reason."