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'Well, Mr. Hammond, this is quite an agreeable surprise,' she said,
after a brief silence. 'I really thought you were poor--as poor as a
young man of gentlemanlike habits could be, and yet exist. Perhaps you
will wonder why, thinking this, I brought myself to consent to your
marriage with my granddaughter.'
'It was a great proof of your confidence in me, or in Providence,'
replied Hammond, smiling.
'It was no such thing. I was governed by a sentiment--a memory. It was
my love for the dead which softened my heart towards you, John Hammond.'
'Indeed!' he murmured, softly.
'There was but one man in this world I ever fondly loved--the love of my
youth--my dearest and best, in the days when my heart was fresh and
innocent and unambitious. That man was Ronald Hollister, afterwards Lord
Hartfield. And yours is the only face that ever recalled his to my mind.
It is but a vague likeness--a look now and then; but slight as that
likeness is it has been enough to make my heart yearn towards you, as
the heart of a mother to her son.


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