y Vaughan to herself. "She is so submissive

y quiet and subdued, and made no complaint even when she heard that they were to travel in a close carriage; no impetuous bursts of song came from her

ried, I suppose, that has made h

deemed almost miraculous. She little thought how suddenly the quiet old home had become a sure refuge

her errands-she helped in every possible way, thinking all the time how fortunate she was-that the past two months were like a horrible

emain at Queen's Chase. But there was no fear of her ever learning what she had done; thanks to Claude's care, no one had recognized her-her secret was quite safe. But the consciousness

he must be up by sunrise. She went, tears of grati

his discomfiture, and for the pain he suffered; but

again. "He knows the world better than I do; he is older than I am.

her home enclosed her again, she should miss him. She was too grateful for her escape,

Oakton station. Sir Arthur had his own particular way of doing every thing, and he chose to post to London. He did not quite approve of railway travelling-it was levelli

eing seen. The blinds of the carriage windows were all drawn. "They had not come abroad for scenery, but for change of air," her ladyship observed several times each day.

arcy. He was a scholar and a gentleman-but what else? Would he despise her as a child, or admire her as a woman? Would he fall in

hotel," she said; "Mr. Darcy

im to-night?" a

know we are tired, and consequently not in the best of moods fo

om her even the thought of Adrian Darcy, felt some slight