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Don't cry, Bessie; it hurts me to see you feel
so badly. Try and be quiet, and tell me all about it, and what Grey
Jerrold and Jack did and said. They were both here, I understand, and
both in love with you."
Neil spoke a little sharply now, and Bessie looked inquiringly at him,
as, drawing her to a seat, he sat down beside her, and with his arm
around her and her head upon his breast he went on:
"Jack wrote me all about it--that he believed Grey pretty far gone, but
that _he_ should get the start and ask you to be Lady Trevellian, and I
believe he will do it, too; and if he does I hope you will put him down
effectually, but don't for Heaven's sake, tell him of our engagement.
That must be our secret awhile longer. I cannot meet mother's
disapproval just yet. Do you believe, that horrid old aunt in America
wrote asking me to come out there and oversee the hands in a cotton
mill. Niggers, I dare say, as I believe they are mostly that in
Massachusetts, are they not?"
Bessie did not reply to this, but said to him, quietly:
"Mr.


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