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asked Gerald.

      "When you have learnt to comport yourself with as much discretion as Marian, master," said Edmund, sitting down on the grass, and rolling the kicking, struggling boy over and over, while Marian stood by her papa, showing him her sketches, and delighted by hearing him recognize the different spots. "How can you remember them so well, papa," said she, "when it is so very long since you saw them?"

      "That is the very reason," he answered, "we do not so much dwell on what is constantly before us as when we have long lost sight of it. To be confined to the house for a few years is an excellent receipt for appreciating nature."

      "Yes, because it must make you wish for it so much," said Marian sadly.

      "Not exactly," said her father. "You cannot guess the pleasure it has often given me to recall those scenes, and to hear you talk of them; just as your mamma likes to hear of Oakworthy."

      "Certainly," said Lady Arundel. "I have remembered much at poor old Oakworthy that I never thought of remarking at the time I was there.

      Even flaws in the glass, and cracks in the ceiling have returned upon me, and especially since the house has been pulled down."

      "I cannot think how the natives of an old house can wilfully destroy all their old associations, their heirloooms," said Edmund.

      "Sometimes they have none," said his aunt.

      "Ay," said Sir Edmund, "when Gerald brings home a fine wife from far away, see what she will say to all our dark passages and corner cupboards, and steps up and steps down."

      "Oh! I shall not be able to bear her if she does not like them," cried Marian.

      "I suppose that was the case with Mrs. Lyddell," added Sir Edmund, "that she discovered the deficiencies of the old house, as well as brought wherewith to remedy them. He does not look like a man given to change."

      "He has no such feeling for association as these people," said Lady Arundel, pointing to Edmund and Marian; "he felt his position, in the country raised by her fortune, and was glad to use any means of adding to his consequence."

      "I should like to see more of them. I wish we could ask them to stay here," said Sir Edmund, with something like a sigh. "But come, had we not better go in? The hungry fishers look quite ready for tea."

      CHAPTER II

      "And now I set thee down to try

      How thou canst walk alone."

Lyra Innocentium.

      Scarcely eight months had passed since the last recorded conversation, when Marian, in a dress of deep mourning, was slowly pacing the garden paths, her eyes fixed on the ground, and an expression of thoughtful sadness on her face. Heavy indeed had been the strokes that had fallen upon her. Before the last summer had closed, the long sufferings of her father had been terminated by one of the violent attacks, which had often been expected to be fatal. Nor was this all that she had to mourn. With winter had come severe colds and coughs; Lady Arundel was seized with an inflammation of the chest, her constitution had been much enfeebled by watching, anxiety, and grief, and in a very few days her children were orphans.

      It was the day following the funeral. Mrs. Wortley was staying in the house, as were also the two guardians of the young Sir Gerald Arundel and his sister. These were Mr. Lyddell, a relation of Lady Arundel; and our former acquaintance, Edmund Arundel, in whom, young as he was, his uncle had placed full confidence. He had in fact been entirely brought up by Sir Edmund, and knew no other home than Fern Torr, having been sent thither an orphan in earliest childhood. His uncle and aunt had supplied the place of parents, and had been well rewarded for all they had done for him, by his consistent well doing and completely filial affection for them.

      Marian was startled from her musings by his voice close at hand, saying, "All alone, Marian?"

      "Gerald is with Jemmy Wortley, somewhere," she replied, "and I begged Mrs. Wortley and Agnes to go down the village and leave me alone. I have been very busy all the morning, and my head feels quite confused with thoughts!"

      "I am glad to have found you," said Edmund. "I have seen so little of you since I have been here."

      "Yes, you have been always with Mr. Lyddell. When does he go?"

      "To-morrow morning."

      "And you stay longer, I hope?"

      "Only till Monday; I wish it was possible to stay longer, but it is something to have a Sunday to spend here."

      "And then I am afraid it will be a long time before we see you again."

      "I hope not; if you are in London, it will be always easier to meet."

      "In London! Ah! that reminds me I wanted to ask you what I am to say to Selina Marchmont. I have a very kind letter from her, asking us to come to stay with her directly, and hoping that it may be arranged for us to live with them."

      "Ah! I have a letter from her husband to the same effect," said Edmund.

      "It really is very kind and friendly in them."

      "Exceedingly," said Marian. "Will you read her letter, and tell me how I am to answer her!"

      "As to the visit, that depends upon what you like to do yourself. I should think that you would prefer staying with the Wortleys, since they are so kind as to receive you."

      "You don't mean," exclaimed Marian, eagerly, "staying with them for ever!"

      Edmund shook his head. "No, Marian, I fear that cannot be."

      "Then it is as I feared," sighed Marian. "I wonder how it is that I have thought so much about myself; but it would come into my head, what was to become of us, and I was very much afraid of living with the Lyddells; but still there was a little glimmering of hope that you might be able to manage to leave us with the Wortleys."

      "I heartily wish I could," said Edmund, "but it is out of my power. My uncle—"

      "Surely papa did not wish us to live with the Lyddells?" cried Marian.

      "I do not think he contemplated your living any where but at home."

      "But the Vicarage is more like home than any other place could ever be," pleaded Marian, "and papa did not like the Lyddells nearly so well as the Wortleys."

      "We must abide by his arrangements, rather than our own notions of his wishes," said Edmund. "Indeed, I know that he thought Mr. Lyddell a very sensible man."

      "Then poor Gerald is to grow up away from his own home, and never see the dear old moors! But if we cannot stay here, I had rather be with Selina. She is so fond of Gerald, and she knows what home was, and she knew and loved—them. And we should not meet so many strangers. Only think what numbers of Lyddells there are! Boys to make Gerald rude, and girls, and a governess—all strangers. And they go to London!" concluded poor Marian, reaching the climax of her terrors. "O Edmund, can you do nothing for us?"

      "You certainly do not embellish matters in anticipation. You will find them very different from what you expect—even London itself, which, by the by, you would have to endure even if you were with Selina, whom I suspect to be rather too fine and fashionable a lady for such a homely little Devonshire girl."

      "That Mrs. Lyddell will be. She is a very gay person, and they have quantities of company. O Edmund!"

      "The quantities of company," replied her cousin, "will interfere with you far less in your schoolroom with the Miss Lyddells, than alone with my Lady Marchmont, where, at your unrecognized age, you would be in rather an awkward situation."

      "Or I could go to Torquay, to old Aunt Jessie?"

      "Aunt Jessie would not be much obliged for the proposal of giving her such a charge."

      "But I should take care of her, and make her life less dismal and lonely."

      "That may be very well some years hence, when you are your own mistress: but at present I believe the trouble and change of habits which having you with her would occasion, would not be compensated by all your attention and kindness. Have you written to her yet?"

      "No, I do not know how, and I

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