father."

"You feel sure to win that consent, in spite of the stain on her
grandfather's name?"

"When Darrell learns that, but for my poor father's fault, that name
might be spotless now!--yes! I am not Mr. Darrell's son--the transmitter
of his line. I believe yet that he will form new ties. By my mother's
side I have no ancestors to boast of; and you have owned to me that
Sophy's mother was of gentle birth. Alban Morley told me, when I last
saw him, that Darrell wishes me to marry, and leaves me free to choose my
bride. Yes; I have no doubt of Mr. Darrell's consent. My dear mother
will welcome to her heart the prize so coveted by mine; and Charles
Haughton's son will have a place at his hearth for the old age of William
Losely. Withdraw your interdict at once, dearest Lady Montfort, and
confide to me all that you have hitherto left unexplained, but have
promised to reveal when the time came. The time has come."

"It has come," said Lady Montfort, solemnly; "and Heaven grant that it
may bear the blessed results which were in my thoughts when I took Sophy
as my own adopted daughter, and hailed in yourself the reconciler of
conflicting circumstance. Not under this roof should you woo William
Losely's grandchild. Doubly are you bound to ask Guy Darrell's consent
and blessing. At his hearth woo your Sophy--at his hands ask a bride in
his daughter's child."

And to her wondering listener, Cayoline Montford told her grounds for the
belief that connected the last of the Darrells with the convict's
grandchild.