ke a
hangel," suggested the aunt.

The rising artist coloured, saying, "Please, my lady, don't name it
to no one. I would not have shown it, but little Bess, she pulled
down all my things on the floor when I was not looking. It is from
memory, my lady, as she looks when she's doing anything for Sir
Harry."

It was a very lovely sketch--imperfect but full of genius, and
wonderfully catching, the tender, wistful look which was often on
Eleonora's face, as she waited on her father. Rosamond longed that
Frank should see it; but the page was very shy about it, and his
grandmother contrasted it with the performances of the painter 'who
had draughted all the farmers' wives in gould frames for five pound
a head; but satin gownds and gold chains was extry.'

But Joe had brought her a pound of tea, and an 'image' for her
mantelpiece, which quite satisfied her, though the image, being a
Parian angel of Thorwaldsen's, better suited his taste than its
surroundings.

The whole scene served Rosamond for a narrative in her most lively
style for Mrs. Poynsett's amusement that evening. There was the
further excitement of a letter from Miles, and the assurance that he
would be at home in November. Anne had become far less chary of
communications from his letters than she had at first been, but of
this one she kept back so large a portion in public, that the
instant Mrs. Poynsett had bidden them good night and been wheeled
away, Rosamond put a hand on each shoulder, and looking into her
face, said, "Now, Anne, let us hear! Miles has found Archie
Douglas. It is no use pretending. Fie, Mrs. Anne, why can't you
tell me?"

"I was not to tell any one but Julius."

"Well, I'm Julius. Besides, wasn't I at the very bottom of the
tracing him out? Haven't I the best right to know whether it is bad
or good?"

"Not bad, I am sure," said Julius, quickly and anxiously.

"Oh, no, not bad," answered Anne. "He has seen him--had him on
board for a night."

"Where?"

"Off Durban. But this whole sheet about it is marked 'Private--only
for Julius,' so I could say nothing about it before your mother. I
have hardly glanced at it myself as yet, but I think he says Mr.
Douglas made him promise not to tell her or Joanna Bowater."

"Not tell Jenny!" cried Rosamond. "And you said it was not bad. He
must have gone and married!"

"I do not think that is it," said Anne; "but you shall hear. Miles
says:--'I have at last seen our poor Co