Lady Verner looked up at Jan, an expression of eager hope on her face.  She could have kissed him a thousand times.  Lionel—­Lionel took his hat and walked out.

Believing it?  No.  The temptation to chastise Jan was growing great, and he deemed it well to remove himself out of it.  Jan was right, however.

Much to the surprise of Frederick Massingbird, very much to the surprise of Sibylla, Dr. West not only gave his consent to the marriage as soon as asked, but urged it on.  If Fred must depart in a week, why, they could be married in a week, he said.  Sibylla was thunderstruck:  Miss Deborah and Miss Amilly gave vent to a few hysterical shrieks, and hinted about the wedding clothes and the outfit. That could be got together in a day, was the reply of Dr. West, and they were too much astonished to venture to say it could not.

“You told me to wait for Lionel Verner,” whispered Sibylla, when she and her father were alone, as she stood before him, trembling.  In her mind’s eye she saw Verner’s Pride slipping from her; and it gave her chagrin, in spite of her love for Fred Massingbird.

Dr. West leaned forward and whispered a few words in her ear.  She started violently, she coloured crimson.  “Papa!”

“It is true,” nodded the doctor.

As Lionel passed the house on his way from Deerham Court to Verner’s Pride, he turned into it, led by a powerful impulse.  He did not believe Jan, but the words had made him feel twitchings of uneasiness.  Fred Massingbird had gone then, and the doctor was out.  Lionel looked into the drawing-room, and there found the two elder Misses West, each dissolved in a copious shower of tears.  So far, Jan’s words were borne out.  A sharp spasm shot across his heart.

“You are in grief,” he said, advancing to them.  “What is the cause?”

“The most dreadful voyage for her!” ejaculated Miss Deborah.  “The ship may go to the bottom before it gets there.”

“And not so much as time to think of proper things for her, let alone getting them!” sobbed Miss Amilly.  “It’s all a confused mass in my mind together—­bonnets, and gowns, and veils, and wreaths, and trunks, and petticoats, and calico things for the voyage!”

Lionel felt his lips grow pale.  They were too much engrossed to notice him; nevertheless, he covered his face with his hand as he stood by the mantel-piece.  “Where is she going?” he quietly asked.

“To Melbourne, with Fred,” said Miss Deborah.  “Fred’s going out to see about the money and gold that John left, and to realise it.  They are not to stay:  it will only be the voyage out and home.  But if she should be taken ill out there, and die!  Her sisters died, Mr. Lionel.  Fred is her cousin, too.  Better have married one not of kin.”

They talked on.  Lionel heard them not.  After the revelation, that she was about to marry, all else seemed a chaos.  But he was one who could control his feelings.