"Indeed, the proposal you have just made indicates that his pretended claim on this young lady's hand is entirely, or almost entirely, dictated by motives of interest, since you are of opinion that he would be contented to separate from her society on the very marriage day, provided that, in doing so, he was assured of the Nettlewood property." "My proposition was unauthorized by my principal," answered Jekyl; "but it is needless to deny, that its very tenor implies an idea, on my part, that Lord Etherington is no passionate lover." "Well then," answered Tyrrel.

"Consider, sir, and let him consider well, that the estate and rank he now assumes, depend upon my will and pleasure--that, if I prosecute the claims of which that scroll makes you aware, he must descend from the rank of an earl into that of a commoner, stripped of by much the better half of his fortune--a diminution which would be far from compensated by the estate of Nettlewood, even if he could obtain it, which could only be by means of a lawsuit, precarious in the issue, and most dishonourable in its very essence." "Well, sir," replied Jekyl, "I perceive your argument--What is your proposal ?" "That I will abstain from prosecuting my claim on those honours and that property--that I will leave Valentine Bulmer in possession of his usurped title and ill-deserved wealth--that I will bind myself under the strongest penalties never to disturb his possession of the Earldom of Etherington and estates belonging to it--on condition that he allows the woman, whose peace of mind he has ruined for ever, to walk through the world in her wretchedness, undisturbed either by his marriage-suit, or by any claim founded upon his own most treacherous conduct--in short, that he forbear to molest Clara Mowbray, either by his presence, word, letter, or through the intervention of a third party, and be to her in future as if he did not exist." "This is a singular offer," said the Captain; "may I ask if you are serious in making it ?" "I am neither surprised nor offended at the question," said Tyrrel.

"I am a man, sir, like others, and affect no superiority to that which all men desire the possession of--a certain consideration and station in society.

I am no romantic fool to undervalue the sacrifice I am about to make.

I renounce a rank, which is and ought to be the more valuable to me, because it involves (he blushed as he spoke) the fame of an honoured mother--because, in failing to claim it, I disobey the commands of a dying father, who wished that by doing so I should declare to the world the penitence which hurried him perhaps to the grave, and the making which public he considered might be some atonement for his errors.