Ellen had always been a subject of anxiety and watchfulness; but the last two years her reserve had so entirely given place to candour, that solicitude had much decreased, till recalled by the resolution we have recorded.

Had Ellen alleged any reason whatever, all would have been well; Mrs.Hamilton would not have thought on the subject so seriously.
A mystery in her conduct had once before been so productive of anguish, that Mrs.Hamilton could not think with her usual calmness and temper on the circumstance.
It was so long before Ellen regained her composure that traces of tears were visible even when she joined the family at dinner, and were remarked by her uncle, who jestingly demanded what could occasion signs of grief at such an important era in her life.

Vainly Ellen hoped her aunt would spare her the pain of answering by even expressing her displeasure at her resolution, but she waited in vain, and she was compelled to own that the era of her life, to which her uncle so playfully referred, was postponed by her own earnest desire till the next season.
Mr.Hamilton put down his knife and fork in unfeigned astonishment.
"Why, what is the meaning of this sudden change ?" he exclaimed.

"You were not wont to be capricious, Ellen.

Will your aunt explain this marvellous mystery ?" "I am sorry I cannot," Mrs.Hamilton replied, in a tone that plainly betrayed to the quick ears of her husband that she was more than usually disturbed.