one had told me, when I tore myself away from Cheveleigh, that I
should have it back, how little I should have thought that I could
take it so easily! I wonder at myself when I wake in the morning
that I am not more moved by it, nor by leaving this dear old place.
I suppose it is because I have not long to stay anywhere. I can keep
nothing in my head, but that I have got my Oliver!'

'I believe it is the peace that is not of this world!' said Louis.




CHAPTER VII.



ROLAND AND OLIVER



'Twas old ancestral pride,
'Twas hope to raise a fallen house
From penury's disgrace,
To purchase back from usurers
The birthright of his race.
The Lump of Gold--C. MACKAY.


Mary's letter arrived not long after Louis's return to London; and
her calm, serious, beautifully-expressed farewell came upon him at