Now, while all Anglemere talked of its lord and master, it had no

suspicion that he was near at hand.

Two days before Nell and Dick had arrived at the lodge, the _Seagull_

sailed, with all the grace and ease of its namesake, into Southampton

water, with my Lord of Angleford on board.

Drake leaned against the rail and looked with grave face and preoccupied

air at his native land. Two years had passed since he had last seen it,

and they had scored their log upon his face. It was handsome still, but

the temples were flecked with gray, and there were certain lines on the

forehead and about the mouth which are graven by other hands than

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Time's.

It was the face of one who lived in the past, and could find no pleasure

in the present; and the expression in his eyes was that of the man to

whom the gods have given everything but the one thing his heart desired.

As he leaned against the side, with his hands in his pockets, his yacht

cap tilted over his eyes, he pondered on the vanity of human wishes.

Here he was, the Earl of Anglemere, owner of an historic title, the

master of all the Angleford estates and wealth. Almost every man who

heard his name envied him--some doubtless hated him--because of his

wealth and rank. And yet he would have given it all if by so doing he

could have been the "Drake Vernon" who had been loved by a certain Nell

Lorton; and as he looked at the blue water, rippling in the sunlight

round the stately yacht, his thoughts went back sadly to the _Annie

Laurie_ and its girl owner, and he sighed heavily.

He had intended to be absent from England for some years--perhaps

forever, and even when the cable informing him of his uncle's death and

his own succession to the title had reached him, he had clung to his

resolution of remaining abroad, for when the news got to him his uncle

had been long buried, and there seemed to him no need of his return. It

was easier to forget, or to persuade himself that he forgot, Nell, while

he was sailing from port to port, or shooting big game in the wild and

desolate places of the earth, than it would be in England. If Nell had

still been pledged to him, how differently he would have received this

gift which the gods had bestowed on him! To have been able to go to her

and say: "Nell, you will be the Countess of Angleford; take my hand, and

let me show you the inheritance you will share with me!" That would have

been a happiness which would have doubled and trebled the value of his

title and estates. But now! Nell was no longer his; he had lost her,

and, having lost her, all the good things which had fallen to him were

of as little value as a Rubens to the blind, or a nocturne of Chopin to

the deaf.




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