"When you and the other lady came down from London to stay up yonder, they did say that you were a great heiress, and that Mr.De la Borne was counting on marrying you, and buying back all the lands that have slipped away from the De la Bornes back to Burnham Market and Wells township." Jeanne shrugged her shoulders.
"I cannot help," she said, "what people say.

Every one has spoken of me always as being very rich, and a good many men have wanted to marry me to spend my money.

That is why I came down here, if you want to know, Miss Caynsard.

I came to escape from a man whom my stepmother was determined that I should marry, and whom I hated." The girl looked at her wonderingly.
"It is a strange manner of living," she said, "when a girl is not to choose her own man." "In any case," Jeanne said smiling, "if I had but one or two to choose from in the world, I should never choose Mr.De la Borne." The girl was gloomily silent.

She was looking up towards the Red Hall, her lips a little parted, her face dark, her brows lowering.
"'Tis a family," she said slowly, "that have come down well-nigh to their last acre.