I am afraid, if it be possible for him to forget any one, he has forgotten me in some new moss or other." He went out, and to Valencia's chagrin she saw him no more that day.

He spent the forenoon in the garden, and the afternoon in lying down, and at night complained of fatigue, and stayed in his own room the whole evening, while Campbell read him to sleep.

Next morning, however, he made his appearance at breakfast, well and cheerful.
"I must play at sick man no more, or I shall rob you, I see, of Major Campbell's company; and I owe you all for too much already." "Unless you are better than you were last night, you must play at sick man," said the Major.

"I cannot conceive what exhausted you so; unless you ladies are better nurses, I must let no one come near him but myself.

If you had been scolding him the whole morning, instead of praising him as he deserves, he could not have been more tired last night." "Pray do not!" cried Frank, evidently much pained; "I had such a delightful morning, and every one is so kind--you only make me wretched, when I feel all the trouble I am giving." "My dear fellow," said Scoutbush _en grand serieux_, "after all that you have done for our people at Aberalva, I should be very much shocked if any of my family thought any service shown to you a trouble." "Pray do not speak so," said Frank, "I am fallen among angels, when I least expected." "Scoutbush as an angel!" shrieked Lucia, clapping her hands.