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hem； and waved over them in tropical luxuriance。 In short； the house was a very bower； and looked the abode of bliss； and this time last year a young couple had spent their honeymoon there； and left it with a sigh。 But one place sees many minds； and now this sweet place was the bed on which dropped the broken lily of this tale； Grace Carden。
She lay in the warm air of the veranda； and turned her hollow eyes upon the sea； and every day life crept slowly back to her young body； but not to her desolate heart。
A brain fever either kills or blunts； and Grace's agony was blunted。 Her mind was in a strange state。 She was beginning to look two things in the face： that the man she loved was dead； that the man she loved； and had nearly died for； had loved another as well as herself： and this last grief； strange to say； was the saving of her。 She forgave him with all her heart； for he was dead； she made excuses for him； for she loved him； but since his whole heart had not been hers； her pride and modesty rebelled against dying for him； and she resolved to live； she fought hard to live and get well。 Finally； being a very woman； though a noble one； she hated Jael Dence。
She was not alone in the world。 Her danger； her illness； and her misery had shown her the treasure of a father's love。 He had found this sweet bower for her； and here he sat for hours by her side； and his hand in hers； gazing on her with touching anxiety and affection。 Business compelled him to run into Hillsborough now and then； but he dispatched it with feverish haste； and came back to her： it drove him to London； but he telegraphed to her twice a day； and was miserable till he got back。 She saw the man of business turned into a man of love for her； and she felt it。 〃Ah； papa；〃 she said one day； 〃I little thought you loved your poor Grace so much。 You don't love any other child but me； do you； papa？〃 and with this question she clung weeping round his neck。
〃My darling child； there's nothing on earth I love but you。 When shall I see you smile again？〃
〃In a few hours； years。 God knows。〃
One eveninghe had been in Hillsborough that dayhe said； 〃My dear； I have seen an old friend of yours to…day； Mr。 Coventry。 He asked very kindly after you。〃
Grace made no reply。
〃He is almost as pale as you are。 He has been very ill； he tells me。 And； really； I believe it was your illness upset him。〃
〃Poor Mr。 Coventry！〃 said Grace； but with a leaden air of indifference。
〃I hope I didn't do wrong； but when he asked after you so anxiously； I said； 'Come； and see for yourself。' Oh； you need not look frightened； he is not coming。 He says you are offended with him。〃
〃Not I。 What is Mr。 Coventry to me？〃
〃Well； he thinks so。 He says he was betrayed into speaking ill to you of some one who； he thought； was living； and now that weighs upon his conscience。〃
〃I can't understand that。 I am miserable； but let me try and be just。 Papa； Mr。 Coventry was trying to comfort me； in his clumsy way； and what he said he did not inventhe heard it； and so many people say so that IIoh； papa！ papa！〃
Mr。 Carden dropped the whole subject directly。
However； she returned to it herself； and said； listlessly； that Mr。 Coventry； in her opinion； had shown more generosity than most people would in his case。 She had no feeling against him； he was of no more importance in her eyes than that stool； and he might visit her if he pleased； but on one conditionthat he should forget all the past； and never presume to speak to her of love。 〃Love！ Men are all incapable of it。〃 She was thinking of Henry； even while she was speaking of his rival。
The permission； thus limited； was conveyed to Mr。 Coventry by his friend Carden； but he showed no hurry to take advantage of it； and； as for Grace； she forgot she had given it。
But this coolness of Coventry's was merely apparent。 He was only awaiting the arrival of Patrick Lally from Ireland。 This Lally was an old and confidential servant； who had served him formerly in many intrigues； and with whom he had parted reluctantly some months ago； and allowed him a small pension for past services。 He dared not leave the villa in charge of any person less devoted to him than this Lally。
The man arrived at last； received minute instructions； and then Mr。 Coventry went to Eastbank。
He found what seemed the ghost of Grace Carden lying on the sofa； looking on the sea。
At the sight of her he started back in dismay。
〃What have I done？〃
Those strange words fell from him before he knew what he was saying。
Grace heard them； but did not take the trouble to inquire into their meaning。 She said； doggedly； 〃I am alive； you see。 Nothing kills。 It is wonderful： we die of a fall； of a blow； of swallowing a pin； yet I am alive。 But never mind me； you look unwell yourself。 What is the matter？〃
〃Can you ask me？〃
At this； which implied that her illness was the cause of his； she turned her head away from him with weariness and disgust； and looked at the sea； and thought of the dead。
Coventry sat speechless； and eyed her silent figure with miserable devotion。 He was by her side once more； and no rival near。 He set himself to study all her moods； and began by being inoffensive to her； in time he might be something more。
He spent four days in Eastbank； and never uttered a word of love； but his soft soothing voice was ever in her ear； and won her attention now and then； not often。
When he left her； she did not ask him to come again。
Her father did； though； and told him to be patient； better days were in store。 〃Give her time；〃 said he； 〃and； a month or two hence； if you have the same feeling for her you used to have〃
〃I love her more than ever。 I worship her〃
〃Then you will have me on your side； stronger than ever。 But you must give her time。〃
And now Coventry had an ally far more powerful than himselfan ally at once zealous and judicious。 Mr。 Carden contented himself at first with praising him in general terms； next he affected to laugh at him for renting the villa； merely to be in the place which Grace had occupied。 Then Grace defended him。 〃Don't laugh at an honest love。 Pity it。 It is all we can do； and the least we can do。〃
But when he advanced further； and began to remind his daughter she had once given this gentleman hopes； and all but engaged herself to him； she drew back with fear and repugnance； and said； 〃If he can not forget that； pray let him never come near me again。〃
〃Oh；〃 said Mr。 Carden； 〃I believe he has no hopes of the kind； it is of you I am thinking； not of him。 It has got about that poor Little had a connection with some girl in humble life； and that he was in love with her； and you in love with him。 That wounds a father's pride； and makes me grateful to Coventry for his unshaken devotion； whilst others are sneering at my poor child for her innocent love。〃
Grace writhed； and the tears ran down her cheeks at this。 〃Oh； spare the dead！〃 she faltered。
Then her father kissed her； and begged her to forgive him； he would avoid all these topics in future： and so he did； for some time； but what he had said rankled。
A few days after this Coventry came again； and did