made Fleda for a moment forget everything but him. They were in each other's arms, and then still as death. Hugh was unconscious that a stranger was there, and though Fleda was very conscious that one was there who was no strangerthere was so much in both hearts, so much of sorrow and joy, and gratitude and tenderness, on the one part and on the other, so much that even if they had been alone lips could only have said silently-that for a little while they kissed each other and wept in a passionate attempt to speak what their hearts were too full of.

Fleda at last whispered to Hugh that somebody else was there, and turned to make, as well as she might, the introduction. But Mr Carleton did not need it, and made his own with that singular talent which in all circumstances, wherever he chose to exert it, had absolute power. Fleda saw Hugh's countenance change, with a kind of pleased surprise, and herself stood still under the charm for a minute; then she recollected she might be dispensed with. She took up her little spaniel, who was in an agony of gratulation at her feet, and went out into the kitchen.

"Well, do you mean to say you are here at last?" said Barby, her gray eyes flashing pleasure as she came forward to take the half hand which, owing to King's monopoly, was all Fleda had to give her. "Have you come home to stay,

Fleda?"

"I am tired enough to be quiet," said Fleda. "But, dear Barby, what have you got in the house?—I want supper as quickly as it can be had."

"Well, you do look dreadful bad," said Barby, eyeing her. "Why, there ain't much particular, Fleda; nobody's had any heart to eat lately; I thought I might a'most as well save myself the fuss of getting victuals. Hugh lives like a bird, and Mis' Rossitur ain't much better, and I think all of 'em have been keeping their appetites till you came back; 'cept Philetus and me; we keep it up pretty well. Why, you're come home hungry, ain't you?"

"No, not I," said Fleda, "but there's a gentleman here that came with me that must have something before he goes away again. What have you, Barby?"

"Who is he?" said Barby.

"A friend that took care of me on the way-I'll tell you about it; but, in the meantime, supper, Barby."

“Is he a New Yorker, that one must be curious for?”

"As curious as you like," said Fleda, "but he is not a New Yorker."

"Where is he from, then?" said Barby, who was busily putting on the tea-kettle.

"England."

"England!" said Barby, facing about. "Oh, if he's an Englishman, I don't care for him, Fleda."

"But you care for me," said Fleda, laughing; "and for my sake don't let our hospitality fail to somebody who has been very kind to me, if he is an Englishman; and he is in haste to be off."

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Well, I don't know what we're a-going to give him," said Barby, looking at her. "There ain't much in the pantry besides cold pork and beans, that Philetus and me made our dinner on-they wouldn't have it in there, and eat nothing but some pickerel the doctor sent down—and cold fish ain't good for much."

"None of them left uncooked?"

"Yes, there's a couple he sent a great lot-I guess he thought there was more in the family-but two ain't enough to go round; they're little ones."

"No, but put them down, and I'll make an omelette. Just get the things ready for me, Barby, will you, while I run up to see aunt Lucy. The hens have begun to lay?"

"La, yes-Philetus fetches in lots of eggs-he loves 'em, I reckon-but you ain't fit this minute to do a thing but rest, Fleda."

"I'll rest afterwards. Just get the things ready for me, Barby, and an apron; and the table-I'll be down in a minute. And, Barby, grind some coffee, will you?"

But, as she turned to run up stairs, her uncle stood in her way, and the supper vanished from Fleda's head. His arms were open, and she was silently clasped in them, with so much feeling on both sides, that thought, and well nigh strength, for anything else on her part was gone. His smothered words of deep blessing overcame her. Fleda could do nothing but sob, in distress, till she recollected Barby. Putting her arms round his neck, then she whispered to him that Mr Carleton was in the other room, and shortly explained how he came to be there, and begged her uncle would go in and see him till supper should be ready. Enforcing this request with a parting kiss

on his cheek, she ran off up stairs. Mr Rossitur looked extremely moody and cloudy for a few minutes, and then went in and joined his guest. Mrs Rossitur and her daughter could not be induced to shew themselves.

Little Rolf, however, had no scruples of any kind. He presently edged himself into the room to see the stranger, whom he no sooner saw than, with a joyous exclamation, he bounded forward to claim an old friend.

Why, Mr Carleton," exclaimed Mr Rossitur in surprise, "I was not aware that this young gentleman had the honour of your acquaintance."

"But I have," said Rolf.

"In London, sir, I had that pleasure," said Mr Carle

ton.

"I think it was I had the pleasure," said Rolf, pounding one hand upon Mr Carleton's knee.

"Where is your mother?"

"She wouldn't come down," said Rolf; "but I guess she will when she knows who is here"

And he was darting away to tell her, when Mr Carleton, within whose arms he stood, quietly restrained him, and told him he was going away presently, but would come again and see his mother another time.

"Are you going back to England, sir?"

By and by."

"But you will come here again first?"

Yes, if Mr Rossitur will let me."

"Mr Carleton knows he commands his own welcome,” said that gentleman, somewhat stately. Fleda that tea is ready, Rolf."

"Go and tell your aunt

"She knows," said Rolf. "She was making an omeletteI guess it was for this gentleman.”

Whose name he was not clear of yet. Mr Rossitur looked vexed, but Hugh laughed, and asked if his aunt gave him leave to tell that. Rolf entered forthwith into discussion on this subject, while Mr Carleton, who had not seemed to hear it, engaged Mr Rossitur busily in another, till the omelette and Fleda came in. Rolf's mind, however, was ill at ease. "Aunt Fleda," said he, as soon as she had fairly taken her place at the head of the table, "would you mind my telling that you made the omelette for this gentleman ?"

Fleda cast a confused glance, first at the person in question

and then round the table; but Mr Carleton, without looking at her, answered instantly

"Don't you understand, Rolf, that the same kindness which will do a favour for a friend, will keep him in ignorance of it?"

Rolf pondered a moment, and then burst forth—

"Why, sir, wouldn't you like it as well for knowing she made it?"

It was hardly in human gravity to stand this. Fleda herself laughed, but Mr Carleton, as unmoved as possible, answered him, "Certainly not," and Rolf was nonplussed.

The supper was over. Hugh had left the room, and Mr Rossitur had before that gone out to give directions about Mr Carleton's horses. He and Fleda were left alone.

"I have something against you, fairy," said he, lightly, taking her hand, and putting it to his lips. "You shall not again do me such honour as you have done me to-day—I did not deserve it, Elfie."

The last words were spoken half reproachfully. Fleda stood a moment motionless, and then, by some curious revulsion of feeling, put both her hands to her face, and burst into tears.

She struggled against them, and spoke almost immediately— "You will think me very foolish, Mr Carleton-I am ashamed of myself—but I have lived here so long in this way -my spirits have grown so quieted by different things, that it seems, sometimes, as if I could not bear anything—I am afraid"

"Of what, my dear Elfie?"

But she did not answer, and her tears came again.

"You are weary and spent," he said, gently, repossessing himself of one of her hands. "I will ask you another time what you are afraid of, and rebuke all your fears."

"I deserve nothing but rebuke now," said Fleda.

But her hand knew, by the gentle and quiet clasp in which it lay, that there was no disposition to give it.

"Do not speak to me for a minute," she said, hastily, as she heard some one coming.

She went to the window, and stood there looking out, till Mr Carleton came to bid her good-bye.

"Will you permit me to say to Mrs Evelyn," he said in a low tone, "that you left a piece of your property in her house, and have commissioned me to bring it you?"

"Yes," said Fleda, hesitating and looking a little confused; but-will you let me write a note instead, Mr Carleton?" Certainly!-but what are you thinking of, Elfie? what grave doubt is lying under your brow?"

All Fleda's shadows rolled away before that clear, bright eye.

"I have found by experience," she said, smiling a little, but looking down, "that whenever I tell my secret thoughts to anybody, I have some reason afterwards to be sorry for it." "You shall make me an exception to your rule, however, Elfie."

Fleda looked up, one of her looks, half questioning half fearing, and then answered, a little hesitating—

"I was afraid, sir, that if you went to Mrs Evelyn's on that errand,- -I was afraid you would shew them you were

displeased."

"And what then?" said he, quietly.

"Only-that I wanted to spare them what always gives me a cold chill."

"Gives you! said Mr Carleton.

No, sir-only by sympathy-I thought my agency would be the gentlest."

"I see I was right," she said, looking up, as he did not answer; "but they don't deserve it-not half so much as you think. They talk-they don't know what. I am sure they never meant half they said-never meant to annoy me with it, I mean-and I am sure they have a true love for me-they have shewn it in a great many ways. Constance, especially, never shewed me anything else. They have been very kind to me; and as to letting me come away as they did, I suppose they thought I was in a greater hurry to get home than I really was; and they would very likely not have minded travelling so themselves; I am so different from them, that they might in many things judge me by themselves, and yet judge far wrong."

Fleda was going on, but she suddenly became aware that the eye to which she was speaking had ceased to look at the Evelyns, even in imagination, and she stopped short.

"Will you trust me, after this, to see Mrs Evelyn without the note?" said he, smiling.

But Fleda gave him her hand, very demurely, without raising her eyes again, and he went.

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