To her he was now the reigning sovereign among the Nevilles, and all Scroope and everything there was at his disposal.

When he held her by the hand and spoke of her future life she only shook her head.

"I am an old woman, though not in years old as was my lord.

But my life is done, and it matters not where I go." "Dear aunt, do not speak of going.

Where can you be so well as here ?" But she only shook her head again and wept afresh.