But on this Wednesday he received a letter, and,--as he told himself, merely in consequence of that letter,--he called at the attorney's house and asked for Miss Masters.
He was shown up into the beautiful drawing-room, and in a few minutes Mary came to him.

"I have brought you a letter from my aunt," he said.
"From Lady Ushant?
I am so glad." "She was writing to me and she put this under cover.

I know what it contains.

She wants you to go to her at Cheltenham for a month." "Oh, Mr.Morton!" "Would you like to go ?" "How should I not like to go?
Lady Ushant is my dearest, dearest friend.

It is so very good of her to think of me." "She talks of the first week in December and wants you to be there for Christmas." "I don't at all know that I can go, Mr.Morton." "Why not go ?" "I'm afraid mamma will not spare me." There were many reasons.