gh she was gazing
wistfully across to Martin and me.

"You are tired, Olivia," said Martin, after a time, "tired and sad. Your
eyes are full of tears. I must be your doctor again for this evening,
and send you to bed at once. It is eleven o'clock already; but these
people will sit up till after midnight. You need not say good-night to
them.--Minima, come here."

She did not wait for a second word, or a louder summons; but she slipped
under Dr. John's arm, and rushed across to us, being caught by Martin
before she could throw herself upon me. He sat still, talking to her for
a few minutes, and listening to her account of our journey, and how
frightened we were at the grandeur about us. His face lit up with a
smile as his eyes fell upon me, as if for the first time he noticed how
out of keeping I was with the place. Then he led us quietly away, and
up-stairs to my bedroom-door.

"Good-night, Olivia," he said; "sleep soundly, both of you, for you are
at home. I will send one of the maids up to you."

"No, no," I cried hastily, "they despise us already."

"Ah!" he said, "to-night you are the Olivia I knew first, in Sark. In a
week's time I shall find you a fine lady."

CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SIXTH.

SEEING SOCIETY.

Whether or no I was transformed into a finer lady than Martin
anticipated, I could not tell, but certainly after that first evening he
held himself aloof from me. I soon learned to laugh at the dismay which
had filled me upon my entrance into my new sphere. It would have been
difficult to resist the cordiality with which I was adopted into the
household. Dr. Senior treated me as his daughter; Dr. John was as much
at home with me as if I had been his sister. We often rode together, for
I was always fond of riding as a child, and he was a thorough horseman.
He said Martin could ride better than himself; but Martin never asked me
to go out with him.

Minima, too, became perfectly reconciled to her new position; though for
a time she was anxious lest we were spending our riches too lavishly. I
heard her one day soundly rating Dr. John, who seldom came to his
father's house without bringing some trinket, or bouquet, or toy, for
one or other of us.

"You are wasting all your money," she said, with that anxious little
pucker of her eyebrows, which was gradually being smoothed away
altogether, "you're just like the boys after the holidays. They would
buy lots of things every time the cake-woman came--an