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So she did as commanded, and opened each of the folded representatives

of hard cash that her father put before her. To sow in her heart

cravings for social position was obviously his strong desire, though in

direct antagonism to a better feeling which had hitherto prevailed with

him, and had, indeed, only succumbed that morning during the ramble.

She wished that she was not his worldly hope; the responsibility of

such a position was too great. She had made it for herself mainly by

her appearance and attractive behavior to him since her return. "If I

had only come home in a shabby dress, and tried to speak roughly, this

might not have happened," she thought. She deplored less the fact than

the sad possibilities that might lie hidden therein.

Her father then insisted upon her looking over his checkbook and

reading the counterfoils. This, also, she obediently did, and at last

came to two or three which had been drawn to defray some of the late

expenses of her clothes, board, and education.

"I, too, cost a good deal, like the horses and wagons and corn," she

said, looking up sorrily.

"I didn't want you to look at those; I merely meant to give you an idea

of my investment transactions. But if you do cost as much as they,

never mind. You'll yield a better return."

"Don't think of me like that!" she begged. "A mere chattel."

"A what? Oh, a dictionary word. Well, as that's in your line I don't

forbid it, even if it tells against me," he said, good-humoredly. And

he looked her proudly up and down.

A few minutes later Grammer Oliver came to tell them that supper was

ready, and in giving the information she added, incidentally, "So we

shall soon lose the mistress of Hintock House for some time, I hear,

Maister Melbury. Yes, she's going off to foreign parts to-morrow, for

the rest of the winter months; and be-chok'd if I don't wish I could do

the same, for my wynd-pipe is furred like a flue."

When the old woman had left the room, Melbury turned to his daughter

and said, "So, Grace, you've lost your new friend, and your chance of

keeping her company and writing her travels is quite gone from ye!"

Grace said nothing.

"Now," he went on, emphatically, "'tis Winterborne's affair has done

this. Oh yes, 'tis. So let me say one word. Promise me that you will

not meet him again without my knowledge."