At last, Maltravers rose to depart.
"Will you not dine with us to-day ?" said the hospitable rector.
"Many thanks,--no; I have much business to attend to at home for some days to come." "Kiss Sophy, Mr.Ernest,--Sophy very good girl to-day.

Let the pretty butterfly go, because Evy said it was cruel to put it in a card-box; kiss Sophy." Maltravers took the child (whose heart he had completely won) in his arms, and kissed her tenderly; then advancing to Evelyn, he held out his hand, while his eyes were fixed upon her with an expression of deep and mournful interest, which she could not understand.
"God bless you, Miss Cameron," he said, and his lip quivered.
Days passed, and they saw no more of Maltravers.

He excused himself on pretence, now of business, now of other engagements, from all the invitations of the rector.

Mr.Merton unsuspectingly accepted the excuse; for he knew that Maltravers was necessarily much occupied.
His arrival had now spread throughout the country; and such of his equals as were still in B-----shire hastened to offer congratulations, and press hospitality.

Perhaps it was the desire to make his excuses to Merton valid which prompted the master of Burleigh to yield to the other invitations that crowded on him.