A mile out of Market Basing I stands Queen's Cross— one of the monu. nients erected by King Edward to the t memory of Eleanor. From the little. hill that the cross stands on there is a I fine view of the town. Frank stood i contemplating the familiar prospect, when he was aware of somebody stand : ing by Ms side. ) It was Grace. He took her hand, and pressed it tenderly in Ms. fc "I came on first," she said " The car „ riage will be here directly. Papa was talking a long time at the Angel to Mr ; Mortiboy, and I walked on ; and I have i walked and walked, till you see I have \ got as far as this." b As she spoke, the Heathcote's sociable i drove up, and stopped to take up Grace i- and set down old Mortiboy, whose b foundry was beMnd the hill, within a > quarter of a mile of the Cross. t Frank was to have one more meeting i that day. c Old Mr Mortiboy sat by. the side of John Heathcote, with his long, lean, i bending figure; and his outstretched 3 arm looked, in the dim twilight, like 8 ome bird of prey. 1 " So;" said he, in his creaking voice," s "yon go to-morrow, young gentleman, l> Ihear — you go to-morrow." "We do, Mr Mortiboy." i " Well, I hope that you will prosper, and — and get money, and take care of. it — not like your poor father." ' > "If my father did spend money, he ; knew how to spend it on good and - worthy objects, Mr Mortiboy," retorted ; Frank, hotly. > " Ay, ay— we all knew Francis Melli ship." " I will have nothing said about my | father from you," said Frank. "You were always his enemy. You took a pleasure in going up and down the town saying spiteful things of him. You envied him, Mr Mortiboy. When he was the richest, you had treble Ms wealth ; and though you care more for money than for any other mortal thing, you envied him. You saw how people loved and respected him, and you looked in vain round Market Basing to find a soul that either loved or respected you. 