day there, doing my best to cheer up Anne. She was no longer talkative,
poor dear. Wrapped up in her child, who has now grown into a beautiful
girl of eighteen--such eyes, her father's--the real dark blue--rare; sweet
creature, but delicate; not, I hope, consumptive, but delicate; quiet,
wants life. My girl Jane adores her. Jane has life enough for two."

"Is Miss Ashleigh the heiress to Kirby Hall?" asked Mrs. Bruce, who
had an unmarried son.

"No. Kirby Hall passed to Ashleigh Sumner, the male heir, a cousin.
And the luckiest of cousins! Gilbert's sister, showy woman (indeed all
show), had contrived to marry her kinsman, Sir Walter Ashleigh Haughton,
the head of the Ashleigh family,--just the man made to be the reflector of
a showy woman! He died years ago, leaving an only son, Sir James, who was
killed last winter, by a fall from his horse. And here, again, Ashleigh
Summer proved to be the male heir-at-law. During the minority of this
fortunate youth, Mrs. Ashleigh had rented Kirby Hall of his guardian. He
is now just coming of age, and that is why she leaves. Lilian Ashleigh
will have, however, a very good fortune,--is what we genteel paupers call
an heiress. Is there anything more you want to know?"

Said thin Miss Brabazon, who took advantage of her thinness to wedge
herself into every one's affairs, "A most interesting account. What a
nice place Abbots' House could be made with a little taste! So
aristocratic! Just what I should like if I could afford it! The
drawing-room should be done up in the Moorish style, with
geranium-coloured silk curtains, like dear Lady L----'s boudoir at
Twickenham. And Mrs. Ashleigh has taken the house on lease too, I
suppose!" Here Miss Brabazon fluttered her fan angrily, and then
exclaimed, "But what on earth brings Mrs. Ashleigh here?"