She little thought what was coming.
"Verner's Pride is left away from me, Decima." "Left away from you! From _you_ ?" "Frederick Massingbird inherits.

I am passed over." "Oh, Lionel!" The words were not uttered angrily, passionately, as Lady Verner's had been; but in a low, quiet voice, wrung from her, seemingly, by intense inward pain.
"And so there will be some additional trouble for you in the housekeeping line," went on Lionel, speaking gaily, and ignoring all the pain at _his_ heart.

"Turned out of Verner's Pride, I must come to you here--at least, for a time.

What shall you say to that, Miss Lucy ?" Lucy was looking up at him gravely, not smiling in the least.

"Is it true that you have lost Verner's Pride ?" she asked.
"Quite true." "But I thought it was yours--after Mr.Verner." "I thought so too, until to-day," replied Lionel.