All she said was, "How nice!" She was asleep ere I got to the part I meant for her good;―at least, I suppose so, as she made no comment.

Only for Glynne's sake, did I go through such drudgery; only to pursue my revenge, did I lead such a life.

We remained there four months, during which time I paid one visit to Erlscourt, taking not only my modelling tools, but my boy, by especial request. The society there did not help me to bear" the Lady's" company better, though it gave me a due appreciation of what the home and life of an English nobleman should be. Brightened by an household spirit, not to be equalled for beauty, truth, or sense.

I made a very successful model, and went home with the hope of making a beautiful group, as well as furnished with a fund of sweet and fine thoughts. Noble natures spread incenselike the leaves of roses. It matters not whether living or dead, the scent remains, filling the brain with sweet and delicate images, befitting roseleaves.

At the end of four months I had a letter from old Mrs. Forest. The care of her son was be

coming too much for her. He had arrived at that critical point of health, when his hopes of again seeing the glad earth, and fair sky, depended on great care and nursing. He, therefore, now demanded my services.

I put the letter into Glynne's hands. He read it without remark. I was glad to be in request by some one. Any hopes and wishes regarding the Lady" were crumbling away, like sand heaps on a sullen shore.

"I should like, Glynne," said I, "to go to my father's house-now mine. It is within so short a distance of London, that my guardian could have every advice quickly, and old Mrs. Forest would live with us. And, Glynne, I could have Neville, when you would spare him." "You are of age," said he, briefly.

May I write, and settle this with my guardian ?"

"If you please."

But Glynne went away that day, and was absent a fortnight.

When he returned, he said,

"I have arranged your affairs; your house is ready for you. Captain Forest will meet you

any day you fix, Nellie, to be in town. His mother sheds tears of joy, at the prospect of a little daughter to help her cares."

"But, Neville.--"

We shall be with you as much as possible. It is desirable that he never should be much at home--"

"Thank you, Glynne, a thousand times."

"Mr. Harrington is very anxious his daughter should go abroad. I think it not undesirable. When Miss Harrington has made up her mighty mind as to going, then I shall set my affairs in order. If possible, I shall leave Neville at home." "Then he will be mine; but oh! Glynne, what will you do without him?"

It seemed as if it cost Glynne some effort to calm his feelings, for he did not answer immediately.

Then he said,

If leaving my boy in your hands was my only grievance, this life of mine would be sufficiently tolerable at present"-I looked up at the pause. Some thought, like a dark cloud driven by a thunder-blast, was sweeping over his face. It was gone in a moment.

"The Lady," as was to be expected, received the news of my departure with all the pleasurable excitement of a new idea occurring to her. If she must lose Uriel, why should she not have some other species of companion? So she hunted up all the advertisement sheets of the "Times," and was so occupied looking them over, she forgot to say "good bye" to me.

CHAPTER XX.

"Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes,
And fondly broods with miser care.
Time but th' impression deeper makes,

As streams their channels wider wear."

BURNS.

I was in my first home, at least the first that I remembered. I had begged to go there alone. Glynne had had it all put in order for me. Moss welcomed me-old Anne received me in her arms. Was I twenty-one years old? or was I still dreaming in my green throne, and were all the events recorded in this book nothing but clouds floating over the brain?

I had passed through many trials—I had endured many emotions. I had thought and felt with an acuteness and vividness that left on my