The two talked together for a few moments excitedly and eagerly, then Fitz went off, calling to a servant to saddle a horse at once.
He started that night for Coombe Lodge, and appeared there the following morning as fresh and as light-hearted as usual, but with the determination to stand by his friend and save his sister at all costs.
Ethel was not up when he arrived, and she entered the breakfast-room without any expectation of seeing him.
"Fitz!" she exclaimed, the warm blood rushing to her face as she sprang to him.
He held her in his arms, but would not show any emotion.
"Hello, Eth!" he said, "why you've gone pale again! where's that summer rose? I've heard the news—don't tell me any more—I'll congratulate Mr. Smythe when I see him."
Her face went paler, and her eyes filled with tears.
She crossed her hands upon her breast.
"I have done right, Fitz, have I not?" she said. "The earl has told me all—how poor we are, and how necessary it is that you and I should sacrifice ourselves for the house. You will not sacrifice yourself, though, Fitz, will you? There need be no occasion. You will give your hand where you give your heart. Dear Violet."
Honest Fitz turned his face aside to conceal his emotion.