'I'm glad of it. I don't mind telling you now that I used to have a nightmare every night, dreaming that burglars had come in and murdered me for my wealth—thinking it was mine, you know,' Horatia confided to her.
'Father is in the drawing-room waiting to see you. He is still rather an invalid,' said Sarah as she led the way to it.
'It's almost the same, Sarah!' Horatia cried again. 'Yes; and we still have the gold plate and Sèvres china. Sykes saved a lot of things, we found afterwards; but it's not so palatial, and father wouldn't have it called Balmoral any more. He said that was boastful.'
'Oh! What is the name of the house, then?' inquired Horatia.
'Father will tell you,' said Sarah.
'So you've kept your promise, and come to stay with us again; only, this time it's my son's house,' said Mr Mark Clay.
'Oh no, father; he says not,' cried Sarah.
Mr Clay shook his head. 'I lost my all when I lost Balmoral, and he built up the fortune again. I'll never have a mansion here; but I'm content to stay in my son's till I get a mansion in the sky,' he said.
Horatia smiled at the allusion to her speech. 'What is the name of the house?' she asked.
'Horatia House. We all wished to have something to remind us that it was your family we had to thank for having a home again. You made the tide turn and the dye take. George wanted to call it Arnedale House, after your ancestor; but Sarah said, "Call it Horatia House," and so we did.'