For if it were indeed true that Captain Arnott was doomed, who else
would succeed to the estate?
"I think you are an angel," he said, still overcome by this wondrous
instance of fidelity and of courage in the face of Lady Thompson's
anger.
"If I had done anything else, I think, Anthony, that you might very well
have called me--whatever is the reverse of an angel."
And thus the links of their perfect love were drawn even closer than
before.
Only three days later Mr. Walrond was summoned hastily to the Hall. When
he returned from his ministrations it was to announce in a sad voice
that Captain Arnott was sinking fast. Before the following morning he
was dead.
A month or so after the grave had closed over Captain Arnott the
engagement of Anthony and Barbara was announced formally, and by
the express wish of Mr. Arnott. The old gentleman had for years been
partially paralysed and in a delicate state of health, which the
sad loss of his elder son had done much to render worse. He sent for
Barbara, whom he had known from her childhood, and told her that the
sooner she and Anthony were married the better he would be pleased.
"You see, my dear," he added, "I do not wish the old name to die out
after we have been in this place for three hundred years, and you
Walronds are a healthy stock, which is more than we can say now.
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