"
There was a smile on her face as she spoke, and Quincy smiled to show
that he did not misunderstand her pleasantry. As he turned to go,
Aunt Ella called:
"Quincy!"
He approached the bed again.
"Another sip of that wine. I always liked wine--but not too much of
it."
She beckoned to him to come nearer. "Quincy, I want you, before you
go away to have the fish cleared out of the lake. Stuart wouldn't let
me do it, and since he died I have kept them as a tribute to his
memory. He said to me, when the name dies out, let the fish die too.
The name is near death, and the fish must go. Now, send Alice to me."
When she came, she bent over and kissed her aunt tenderly.
"Alice, I wish you were going with me. You know what I mean, dear. I
hope you will have long life and great happiness to make up for what
you've gone through. You have your husband back again. I am going to
mine, Robert and Stuart. There is no marriage or giving in marriage
there--only love. Quincy is going to look after the fish in the
lake."
Aunt Ella lingered for a week, then passed quietly away while asleep.
She was laid beside Sir Stuart in the family vault, and the name
Fernborough lived only as that of a little country town in New
England.
At the funeral Quincy met his sister Florence who looked upon him as
one raised from the dead.
"I did not forget you, Quincy, for my first-born bears your name.
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