"It is not possible that any one has betrayed me; Anna and Cedric promised not to say a word." "No one has betrayed your confidence, Malcolm; and a mother does not need witchcraft to enable her to read her children's hearts." "My dear boy," she continued--her strong features working a little with emotion,--"do you really imagine that I have been blind all these years--that, although you chose to withhold your confidence from me, I was not aware of your trouble.

You are a reserved, self-contained man like your father, Malcolm--he always kept things to himself too--but all the same you could not hide from your mother that your poor heart was almost broken because the woman you wanted refused to marry you." Malcolm took his mother's hand and kissed it.

"You have been very good to me," he murmured; "but I could not speak, the pain was too great.
Thank God, Elizabeth is mine now." "I say, thank God, too"-- and the keen eyes filled with tears.

"Will you bring her to me, Malcolm ?" "Will I not, mother! But you must send her a message." "Tell her, that from this hour she shall be the dearest of daughters to me, and that, for your sake, I shall love her dearly.

And tell her--no, I will keep that for my own lips when we meet--that my son, God bless him! is worthy of any woman's love." And then, as Malcolm bent over her, she folded him in her motherly embrace.