than money; it goes further toward securing you a good position in
Boston society. The Jerrold blood is good, for aught I know, though not
equal to that of the Greys. Your father is greatly respected in
Allington, where he is known, but he is a codger of the strictest type,
and clings to everything old-fashioned and _outre_. He has resisted all
my efforts to have him change the house into something more modern, even
when, for the sake of your mother, I offered to do it at my own expense.
Especially was I anxious to tear down that projection which he calls a
lean-to, but when I suggested it to him, and said I would bring a
carpenter at once, he flew into such a passion as fairly frightened me.
'The lean-to should not be touched for a million of dollars; he
preferred it as it was,' he said; so I let him alone. He is a strange
man, and--and--Burton, I may be mistaken, but I have thought there was
something he was hiding. Else, why does he never smile, or talk, or look
you straight in the face? And why is he always brooding, with his head
bent down and his hands clenched together? Yes, there _is_ something
hidden, and Hannah knows it, and this it is which turned her hair grey
so early, and has made her as queer and reticent as your father. There
is a secret between them, but do not try to discover it. There may be
disgrace of some kind which would affect your whole life, so let it
alone. Make good use of what I leave you, and marry one of the Greys.
Lucy is the sweeter and the more amiable, but Geraldine is more
ambitious and will help you to reach the top."

This was the last conversation Mrs. Wetherby ever held with her nephew,
for in two days more she was dead, and Burton buried her in Mt. Auburn,
and went back to the house which was now his, conscious of three
distinct ideas which even during the funeral had recurred to him
constantly. First, that he was the owner of a large house and twenty
thousand dollars; second, that he must marry one of the Greys, if