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= AFTER dinner there was still light enough for the your : feople to stroll through the garden. Mrs. Merton, who afraid of the damp, preferred staying within ; and she was quiet, and made herself so much at home, that Lady Varg to use Mrs, Leslie’ s phrase, was not the least “ put ook ep
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We is very pretty indeed !—the view of the sea quite
ovely !” said Caroline. “You draw?”
“Yes, a little.” ¥
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- “Oh, yes,”
_ “What, in Indian ink ?”
“Yes; and water-colours.” 7
“QOh!—why, who could have taught you in this little village ;
r, indeed, in this most primitive county ?” Be
“We did not come to Brook-Green till I was nearly fifteen. —
_ My dear mother, though very anxious to leave our villa at
ilaam, would not do so on my account, while masters could |
be of service to me; and as I knew she had set her heart on
his place, I worked doubly hard.”
“Then she knew this place before?”
“Yes; she had been here many years ago, and took the place
after my poor father’s death—(I always call the late Lord ©
Vargrave my father). She used to come here regularly once a
year without me; and when she returned, I thought her even |
‘more melancholy fos before.”
_ “What makes the charm of the place to Lady Vargrave | es sked Caroline, with some interest.
“TJ don’t know; unless it be its extreme quiet, or some early
association.”
“ And who is your riearest neighbour ?”
_ “Mr. Aubrey, the curate. It is so unlucky, he is gone from
home for a short time. You can’t think how kind and pleasant
he is—the most amiable old man in the world—just such a man
as Bernardin St. Pierre would have loved to describe.”
“ Agreeable, no doubt, but dull—good curates generally are.”
“Dull? not the least ; cheerful even to playfulness, and full of information. He has been so good to me about books;
indeed, I have learned a great deal from him.”
JT dare say he is an admirable judge of sermons.”
“But Mr. Aubrey is not severe,” persisted Evelyn, earnestly
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“he is very fond of Italian literature, for instance; we are reading Tasso together.” “Qh! pity he is old—I think you said he was old. Perhaps 4
there is a son, the image of the sire ?” Qh, no,” said Evelyn, laughing innocently ; “ Mr. Aubrey never married.” i
“ And where does the old gentleman live?”
“Come a little this way—there, you can just see the roof of his house, close by the church.”
“TI see; it is tant soit peu triste to have the church so near — you.” : “ Do you think so? Ah! but you have not seen it; it is the prettiest church in the county; and the little burial-ground—so _ quiet—so shut in; I feel better every time I pass it. Some — places breathe of religion.” |
“You are poetical, my dear little friend.” i
Evelyn who ad poetry in her nature—and therefore some- times it broke out in her simple language—coloured and felt — half-ashamed.
“Tt is a favourite walk with my mother,” said she apolo- getically ; “she often spends hours there alone: and so, perhaps, 7 I think it a prettier spot than others may. It does not seem to me to have anything of gloom in it; when I die, I should like — to be buried there.”
Caroline laughed slightly. “That is a strange wish; butl 3 perhaps you have been crossed in love ?” ‘ ;
“T!—oh, you are laughing at me!”
“You do not remember Mr. Cameron, your real father, I — suppose ?”
“No; I believe he died before I was born.”
ef Con is a Scotch name: to what tribe of Camerons do you belong ?”
“T don’t know,” said Evelyn, rather embarrassed; “ indeed - I know nothing of my father’s or mother’s family. It is very odd, but I don’t think we have any relations. You know when I am of age that I am to take the name of Templeton.”
“Ah! the name goes with the fortune; I understand. Dear Evelyn, how rich you will be! I do so wish I were rich!” is
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“And I that I were poor,” said prayn with an altered. | tone d expression of countenance. “Strange girl! what can you mean ?” Evelyn said nothing, and Caroline examined her curiously. _ “These notions come from living so much out of the world, | 4 my dear Evelyn. How you must long to see more of life!” “1 1—not in the least. I should never like to leave this place oe a —I could live and die here.” : “You will think otherwise when you are Lady Vargrave. — Why do you look so grave? Do you not love Lord Var- grave?” ) “What a question !” said Evelyn, turning away her head, and ; _ forcing a laugh. : “It is no matter whether you do or not: it is a brilliant . He has rank—reputation—high office: all he wants is og and that you will give him. Alas! I have no prospect — ‘so bright. I have no fortune, and I fear my face will never buy — a title, an opera-box, and a house in Grosvenor Square. I wish _ I were the future Lady Vargrave.” “Tam sure I wish you were,” said Evelyn, with great xaiveté; _ “you would suit Lord Vargrave better than I should.” - Caroline laughed. “Why do you think so?” . “Oh, his way of thinking is like yours; he never says any- _ thing I can sympathise with.” Be, _ “A pretty compliment to me! Depend upon it, my dear, you oe - will sympathise with me when you have seen as much of the - world. But Lord Vargrave—is he too old?” “No, I don’t think of his age; and indeed he looks younger s than he is.” “Ts he handsome ?” “He is what may be called handsome—you would think so.” “Well, if he comes here, I will do my best to win him from you; so look to yourself.” - Be “Qh, I should be so grateful; I should like him so much, if he would fall in love with you!” “T fear there is no chance of that.” But how,” said Evelyn, hesitatingly, after a pause ; “ how is it
e . thought Mr. Merton lived a great deal in the country.”
cards to play. Young, beautiful, and an heiress! Ah, what
= that you have seen so Se more of is eit than I have ?
“Yes, but my uncle, Sir John Merton, is member for the 5 county : my grandmother on my father’s side—Lady Elizabeth, who has Tregony Castle (which we have just left) for her jointure-house—goes to town almost every season, and | have . spent three seasons with her. She is a charming old woman— quite the grande dame. Iam sorry to say she remains in Corn- 4 wall this year ; she has not been very well; the physicians forbid late hours and London; but even in the country we are very = . gay. My uncle lives near us, and though a widower, has his a house full when down at Merton Park; and papa, too, is rich— very hospitable and popular—and will, I hope, be a bishop one of these days—not at all like a mere country parson; and so, 3 somehow or other, I have learned to be ambitious—we are an. : ambitious family on papa’s side. But, alas! I have not your —
prospects! You should make your mamma take you to © town.”
“To town! she would be wretched at the very idea. Oh, you — don’t know us.”
“TI can’t help fancying, Miss Evelyn,” said Caroline, archly, “that you are not so blind to Lord Vargrave’s perfections and so indifferent to London, only from the pretty innocent way of - thinking, that so prettily and innocently you express. I dare say, if the truth were known, there is some handsome young — rector, besides the old curate, who plays the flute, and preaches sentimental sermons in white kid gloves.”
Evelyn laughed merrily—so merrily that Caroline’s suspicions vanished. They continued to walk and talk thus till the night — came on, and then they went in; and Evelyn showed Caroline — her drawings, which astonished that young lady, who was a good judge of accomplishments, LEvelyn’s performance on the piano astonished her yet more; but Caroline consoled herself on this point, for her voice was more powerful, and she sang — French songs with much more spirit. Caroline showed talent — in all she undertook, but Evelyn, despite her simplicity, — had genius, though as yet scarcely developed; for she had
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