Two years!  
Not much to look back upon, but a world to look forward to.  To Stephen, dowered though she was with rare personal gifts and with wealth and position accorded to but few, the hours of waiting were longer than the years that were past.  Yet the time had new and startling incidents for her.  Towards Christmas in the second year the Boer war had reached its climax of evil.  As the news of disaster after disaster was flashed through the cable she like others felt appalled at the sacrifices that were being exacted by the God of War.
 
One day she casually read in The Times that the Earl de Lannoy had died in his London mansion, and further learned that he had never recovered from the shock of hearing that his two sons and his nephew had been killed.  The paragraph concluded: “By his death the title passes to a distant relative.  The new Lord de Lannoy is at present in India with his regiment, the 35th or ‘Grey’ Hussars, of which he is Colonel.”  She gave the matter a more than passing thought, for it was sad to find a whole family thus wiped out at a blow.
 
Early in February she received a telegram from her London solicitor saying that he wished to see her on an important matter.  Her answer was: “Come at once”; and at tea-time Mr. Copleston arrived.  He was an old friend and she greeted him warmly.  She was a little chilled when he answered with what seemed unusual deference:
 
‘I thank your Ladyship for your kindness!’  She raised her eyebrows but made no comment: she was learning to be silent under surprise.  When she had handed the old gentleman his tea she said:
 
‘My aunt has chosen to remain away, thinking that you might wish to see me privately.  But I take it that there is nothing which she may not share.  I have no secrets from her.’
 
He rubbed his hands genially as he replied:
 
‘Not at all; not at all!  I should like her to be present.  It will, I am sure, be a delight to us all.’
 
Again raised eyebrows; again silence on the subject.  When a servant answered her bell she told him to ask Miss Rowly if she would kindly join them.
 
Aunt Laetitia and the solicitor were old cronies, and their greeting was most friendly.  When the old gentlewoman had seated herself and taken her cup of tea, Mr. Copleston said to Stephen, with a sort of pomposity:
 
‘I have to announce your succession to the Earldom de Lannoy!’
 
Stephen sat quite still.  She knew the news was true; Mr. Copleston was not one who would jest on a business subject, and too accurate a lawyer to make an error in a matter of fact.  But the fact did not seem to touch her.  It was not that she was indifferent to it; few women could hear such news without a thrill.  Mr. Copleston seemed at a loss.  Miss Rowly rose and quietly kissed her, and saying simply, ‘God bless you, my dear!’ went back to her seat.
 
Realising that Mr. Copleston expected some acknowledgment, Stephen held out her hand to him and said quietly:
 
‘Thank you!’
 
After a long pause she added quietly:
 
‘Now, won’t you tell us about it?  I am in absolute ignorance; and don’t understand.’
 
‘I had better not burden you, at first, with too many details, which can come later; but give you a rough survey of the situation.’
 
‘Your title of Countess de Lannoy comes to you through your ancestor Isobel, third and youngest daughter of the sixth Earl; Messrs Collinbrae and Jackson, knowing that my firm acted for your family, communicated with us.  Lest there should be any error we followed most carefully every descendant and every branch of the family, for we thought it best not to communicate with you till your right of inheritance was beyond dispute.  We arrived independently at the same result as Messrs. Collinbrae and Jackson.  There is absolutely no doubt whatever of your claim.  You will petition the Crown, and on reference to the House of Lords the Committee for Privileges will admit your right.  May I offer my congratulations, Lady de Lannoy on your acquisition?  By the way, I may say that all the estates of the Earldom, which have been from the first kept in strict entail, go with the title de Lannoy.’
 
During the recital Stephen was conscious of a sort of bitter comment on the tendencies of good fortune.
 
‘Too late! too late!’ something seemed to whisper, ‘what delight it would have been had Father inherited . . . If Harold had not gone . . . !’  All the natural joy seemed to vanish, as bubbles break into empty air.
 
To Aunt Laetitia the new title was a source of pride and joy, far greater than would have been the case had it come to herself.  She had for so many years longed for new honours for Stephen that she had almost come to regard them as a right whose coming should not be too long delayed.  Miss Rowly had never been to Lannoy; and, indeed, she knew personally nothing of the county Angleshire in which it was situated.  She was naturally anxious to see the new domain; but kept her feelin............