will tell you what I will do," she said. "Aunt and I will go to
White Place. It is just a nice distance from town, and--and if you
should ever think of running down, why--aunt will be glad to see you,
sir."

The ladies went to White Place, and Yorke stayed in town. But, of
course, he ran down to the big house very frequently, and when he went
he was made much of, as was only right and natural. Would not the place
be his own some day, or at any rate would he not be the lord and master
of the mistress of it? Indeed, the servants received him as if he were
already master, and understood that their quickest and shortest way
of pleasing their mistress was by winning the favor of this handsome
lover ofDolph between him and the dukedom, and poor
Dolph could not make old bones, and as it bore down upon him with its
full significance, the terrible bitterness which had overwhelmed him at
the club recurred. The turn of the wheel of fortune had come too late.
If it had happened a month--five weeks earlier, he would not have been
driven into a corner, the only way out of which was by a marriage with
Eleanor Dallas.

"Too late!" he muttered. "Yes! if it had come sooner I might have kept
Leslie;" but his heart revolted against his thought, and he swore under
his breath, "No, no! It was the title she wanted, not me. It is better
that she has gone!"

He went home and saw by Fleming's face that he had heard the sad news.
Poor Fleming tried