We took a long ramble, and re-entered the park just as the sportsmen were returning from their expedition.

Toil-spent and travel-stained, the main body of them crossed over the grass to avoid us, but Mr.Huntingdon, all spattered and splashed as he was, and stained with the blood of his prey--to the no small offence of my aunt's strict sense of propriety--came out of his way to meet us, with cheerful smiles and words for all but me, and placing himself between Annabella Wilmot and myself, walked up the road and began to relate the various exploits and disasters of the day, in a manner that would have convulsed me with laughter if I had been on good terms with him; but he addressed himself entirely to Annabella, and I, of course, left all the laughter and all the badinage to her, and affecting the utmost indifference to whatever passed between them, walked along a few paces apart, and looking every way but theirs, while my aunt and Milicent went before, linked arm in arm and gravely discoursing together.

At length Mr.Huntingdon turned to me, and addressing me in a confidential whisper, said,--'Helen, why did you burn my picture ?' 'Because I wished to destroy it,' I answered, with an asperity it is useless now to lament.
'Oh, very good!' was the reply; 'if you don't value me, I must turn to somebody that will.' I thought it was partly in jest--a half-playful mixture of mock resignation and pretended indifference: but immediately he resumed his place beside Miss Wilmot, and from that hour to this--during all that evening, and all the next day, and the next, and the next, and all this morning (the 22nd), he has never given me one kind word or one pleasant look--never spoken to me, but from pure necessity--never glanced towards me but with a cold, unfriendly look I thought him quite incapable of assuming.
My aunt observes the change, and though she has not inquired the cause or made any remark to me on the subject, I see it gives her pleasure.

Miss Wilmot observes it, too, and triumphantly ascribes it to her own superior charms and blandishments; but I am truly miserable--more so than I like to acknowledge to myself.

Pride refuses to aid me.