Still was it so calm that even she was puzzled; and again the thought, "Is it for him" she is thus drooping, fading like a flower before me?
is it, indeed, the struggle between love and duty which has made her thus?
crossed her mind, as it had often, very often done before, and brought with it renewed perplexity.
Lady Florence had written in the highest spirits, announcing the return of her father, Lord Louis, and his tutor; that her brother was looking quite well and strong, and was the same dear, merry, mischievous boy as ever; delighted to be in England, abusing all the Germans, and professing and displaying the most extreme fondness for Mr.Myrvin.
"He speaks of Mr.Myrvin in terms that bring tears to my eyes, tears of which, my dear Ellen, I am not at all ashamed.

The only drawback to the life of a soldier, which my brother has now positively resolved on, in spite of all our persuasions, exists, he says, in the consequent separation from Mr.Myrvin, and he almost wishes to go to Cambridge, to chain him to his side; but for Mr.Myrvin's sake, I am glad this will not be.

He is looking ill, very ill, quite different to the Arthur Myrvin we knew at Oakwood; a change has come over him which I cannot describe, and even to myself can scarcely define.

He is much more polished in his manner, but it is tinged with such deep melancholy, or intense thought, I really do not know which it is, that he appears many years older than when he left England.

My father has at length prevailed on him to resign all idea of again seeking the arduous charge of tutor, but, with that honest pride which I so much admire and esteem, he has refused all papa's offers of advancement, only consenting to accept the living on Eugene's estate, when Louis shall require his services no longer.