At Love's Cost

He placed the deed before Griffenberg, and sank into his seat.

There was a moment of intense silence, then a cheer arose, led by the

very man who had put the question.

Griffenberg sprang to his feet.

"I hope you are satisfied, gentlemen," he said, with as much emotion as

a city man can permit himself. "Lord Highcliffe has behaved like a

gentleman, like a nobleman. I can assure you that his sacrifice is a

real one. The deed of gift which he has surrendered is a perfectly

sound one, and could not have been touched. All honour to him for his

surrender, for his generosity."

Another cheer arose--again it was started by the very man who had

attacked poor Stafford, and before it had ceased to ring through the

crowded room, Stafford had made his way out.

Mr. Falconer caught him by the arm as he was going down the stairs.

"Do you know what you have done?" he demanded in his dry, harsh voice.

"You have made yourself a pauper."

Stafford stopped and looked at him with a dull, vacant gaze.

"A pauper!" repeated Falconer, huskily.

"I daresay," said Stafford, wearily.

"And you an earl!" said Falconer, his face a brick-dust red. "Do you

think they will have any pity? Not they. They'll take you at your word.

They'll have every penny! How do you mean to live? You, the Earl of

Highcliffe!"

Stafford passed his hand across his brow; and a smile, a grim smile,

curved his lips.

"I don't know," he said. "The money was theirs, not mine."

"Stuff and rubbish!" said Falconer. "You thought only of yourself, of

your father's good name. I need scarcely tell you that Maude..."

Stafford waited, his pale face set like a statue's.

--"That Maude--well, you don't expect her to consider the engagement

binding after--after this?" The blood rushed to Stafford's face.

"I understand," he said. "Miss Falconer is free. I resign all claim to

her."

At this moment Howard came out. He had almost fought his way from the

crowded room.

"Stafford!" he cried. "It is not too late! You can take it back! They

are friendly!"

Stafford smiled.

"I've nothing to take back!" he said.

Howard linked his arm in his friend's.

"Good Lord! But it was splendid! But all the same--Stafford, have you

considered? It will leave you practically penniless!"

"I know," said Stafford. "I have considered. Let us go home."