to watch for tidings of a happy conclusion to their difficulties, and
preparing jests on the pettish ingratitude with which she expected
Lucilla to requite the services that would be nevertheless accepted.

Gone! Sent away! Not even commissioned to find the boxes. Horatia's
consternation and irritation knew no bounds. Lucilla was no less
indignant that she could imagine it possible to become dependent on his
good offices, or to permit him to remain in the neighbourhood. Rashe
angrily scoffed at her newborn scruples, and complained of her want of
consideration for herself. Cilla reproached her cousin with utter
absence of any sense of propriety and decorum. Rashe talked of
ingratitude, and her sore throat being by this time past conversation,
she came to tears. Cilla, who could not bear to see any one unhappy,
tried many a 'never mind,' many a 'didn't mean,' many a fair augury for
the morrow, but all in vain, and night came down upon the Angel Anglers
more forlorn and less friendly than ever; and with all the invalid's
discomforts so much aggravated by the tears and the altercation, that
escape from this gloomy shore appeared infinitely remote.

There was an essential difference of tone of mind between those brought
up at Hiltonbury or at Castle Blanch, and though high spirits had long
concealed the unlikeness, it had now been made bare, and Lucy could not
conquer her disgust and disappointment.

Sunshine was on Luggela, and Horatia's ailments were abating, so, as her
temper was not alleviated, Lucilla thought peace would be best preserved
by sallying out to sketch. A drawing from behind the cross became so
engrossing that she was sorry to find it time for the early dinner, and
her artistic pride was only allayed by the conviction that she should
always hate what recalled Glendalough.

Rashe was better, and was up and dressed. Hopes of departure produced
amity, and they were almost lively over their veal broth, when sounds of
arrival made Lucilla groan at the prospect of cockney tourists
obstructing the completion of her drawing.

'There's a gentleman asking to see you, Miss.'

'I can see no one.'

'Cilla, now do.'

'Tell him I cannot see him,' repeated Lucy, imperiously.

'How can you be so silly? he may have heard of our boxes.'

'I would toss them into the lake rather than take them from him.'

'Eh! pray let me be present when you perform the ceremony! Cilla in the
heroics! Whom is she expect