"Because when I try to imagine our future, I see only my own humble hut,

with its spinning-wheel and loom. And I feel I shall never live in

Brudenell Hall!"

"Nora, hear me: this is near the first of July; in six months, that is

before the first of January, whether I live or die, as my wife or as my

widow, you shall rule at Brudenell Hall!"

Nora smiled, a strange, sad smile.

"Listen, dearest," he continued; "my mother leaves Brudenell in

December. She thinks the two young ladies, my sisters, should have more

society; so she has purchased a fine house in a fashionable quarter of

Washington City. The workmen are now busy decorating and furnishing it.

She takes possession of it early in December. Then, my Nora, when my

mother and sisters are clear of Brudenell Hall, and settled in their

town-house, I will bring you home and write and announce our marriage.

Thus there can be no noise. People cannot quarrel very long or fiercely

through the post. And finally time and reflection will reconcile my

mother to the inevitable, and we shall be all once more united and

happy."

"Herman dear," said Nora softly, "indeed my heart is toward your mother;

I could love and revere and serve her as dutifully as if I were her

daughter, if she would only deign to let me. And, at any rate, whether

she will or not, I cannot help loving and honoring her, because she is

your mother and loves you. And, oh, Herman, if she could look into my

heart and see how truly I love you, her son, how gladly I would suffer

to make you happy, and how willing I should be to live in utter poverty

and obscurity, if it would be for your good, I do think she would love

me a little for your sake!"

"Heaven grant it, my darling!"

"But be sure of this, dear Herman. No matter how she may think it good

to treat me, I can never be angry with her. I must always love her and

seek her favor, for she is your mother."




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