"So you gave up this brilliant marriage for me, a fellow with scarcely a
half-penny and a very few prospects," he exclaimed, staring at her.

"Of course. What would you have expected me to do--marry one man while
I love another? As for the rest it must take its chance," and while the
words were on her lips, for the first time it came into Barbara's mind
that perhaps Anthony had no need to trouble about his worldly fortunes.
For if it were indeed true that Captain Arnott was doomed, who else
would succeed to the estate?

"I think you are an angel," he said, still overcome by this wondrous
instance of fidelity and of courage in the face of Lady Thompson's
anger.

"If I had done anything else, I think, Anthony, that you might very well
have called me--whatever is the reverse of an angel."

And thus the links of their perfect love were drawn even closer than
before.



Only three days later Mr. Walrond was summoned hastily to the Hall. When
he returned from his ministrations it was to announce in a sad voice
that Captain Arnott was sinking fast. Before the following morning he
was dead.

A month or so after the grave had closed over Captain Arnott the
engagement of Anthony and Barbara was announced formally, and by
the express wish of Mr. Arnott. The old gentleman had for years been