Why did not Bevil attempt to seek her out? she thought. Had a change come over his mind and his plans? and was she left in loneliness to dream over the unattainable?
'It is not medals I would have you to set store upon, but money.'
'I care little about it, papa, and shiver at the name of it.'
'Perhaps so; but we ought to care for what money gets us.'
'Should I accept Lord Cadbury with your permission if he were a poor man?'
'Certainly not,' he replied, snappishly; 'even a poor Lord would be no mate for Miss Cheyne of Essilmont—for my daughter!'
'But if she is poor too?'
'Then the greater madness to think of it. But I am weary of this subject.'
'So indeed am I, papa.'
'And I am weary of life too—oh, so weary—but for you, bird Ailie! Ring for Archie—and—and let me to bed—to bed.'