rest!' whispered Eveleen, as Amy
passed to her embrace, while Aunt Charlotte hastily kissed Charles,
and proceeded--'I don't wait for an introduction;' and vehemently shook
hands with Guy.

'Ay, did I say a word too much in his praise?' said Mr. Edmonstone.
'Isn't he all out as fine a fellow as I told you?'

Guy was glad to turn away to shake hands with Lord Kilcoran, and the
next moment he drew Amy out of the group eagerly talking round Charles's
sofa, and holding her hand, led her up to a sturdy, ruddy-brown, elderly
man, who had come in at the same time, but after the first reception had
no share in the family greetings. 'You know him, already,' said Guy; and
Amy held out her hand, saying--

'Yes, I am sure I do.'

Markham was taken by surprise, he gave a most satisfied grunt, and shook
hands as heartily as if she had been his favourite niece.

'And the little girl?' said Amy.

'O yes.--I picked her up at St. Mildred's: one of the servants took
charge of her in the hall.'

'I'll fetch her,' cried Charlotte, as Amy was turning to the door, and
the next moment she led in little Marianne Dixon, clinging to her hand.
Amy kissed her, and held her fast in her arms, and Marianne looked up,
consoled in her bewilderment, by the greeting of her dear old friend,
Sir Guy.

Mr. Edmonstone patted her head; and when the others had spoken kindly to
her, Charlotte, under whose especial charge Guy and Amy had placed her,
carried her off to the regions up-stairs.

The rest of the evening was hurry and confusion. Mrs. Edmonstone was
very busy, and glad to be so, as she must otherwise have given way; and
there was Aunt Charlotte to be talked to, whom they had not seen since
Charles's illness. She was a short, bustling, active person, with a
joyous face, inexhaustible good-humour, a considerable touch of Irish,
and referring everything to her mother,--her one thought. Everything was
to be told to her, and the only drawback to her complete pleasure was
the anxiety lest she should be missed at home.

Mrs. Edmonstone was occupied with her, telling her the history of the
engagement, and praising Guy; Amy went up as soon as dinner was over,
to take leave of old nurse, and to see little Marianne; and Eveleen sat
between Laura and Charlotte, asking many eager questions, which were not
all convenient to answer.

Why Sir Guy had not been at home at Christmas was a query to which it
seemed as if she should never gain a reply; for that