“I should not wish you to marry for money without love in your heart, my dear, but if you could love one of these rich men who come courting you, it would be to your interest to do so, for when I die all my money will go to a distant relative of my husband, and I shall have nothing to leave you but my love,” she had said tenderly, and she was pleased when Fair answered, with passionate impulsiveness:
“All the money in the world could not tempt me to marry without love. Sooner than do it, I would go back to the factory where I worked before I knew you, and toil again for my bread.”
Mrs. Howard sighed and answered:
“I trust it may never come to that again, dear girl; but sometimes I have sad misgivings, for my health is not good, and I am troubled so often with that teasing cough. Much as I love you and prize your companionship, I should be glad to see you married to some good man, for then I should feel easy over your future.”
“But I do not wish to marry!” cried the girl hastily, and the lady answered:
“That is because you have seen no one you love yet. When you fall in love it will be different. I trust when you do it would be with some good man who will not mind your lack of fortune, for, of course, when he proposes for your hand I shall have to tell him that you are only my daughter by adoption.”
The time had come now, for Fair knew quite well that in a day or two at furthest Bayard would speak to her mother.
“He will hear then that I am not her daughter, and he will be surprised and perhaps displeased, but then I will tell him all the rest—all, even that I have kept from dear mother—and I will throw myself on his pity and his mercy. He cannot blame me so much when he hears the whole truth. Indeed, I think he will be sorry for me,” she said to herself, with vague relief at the putting off for even one day the confession that she was the girl on whom her lover had passed his judgment as being even worse than Carl Bernicci. “But he did not know all. He could not judge me aright,” she said to her frightened, throbbing heart, that kept foreboding ill for the future.
CHAPTER XXII.
PART OF THE TRUTH.
Bayard Lorraine did speak to Mrs. Howard the next day, telling her of his love for Fair, and asking her to give him her beautiful daughter.