CHAPTER XXVIII.
I GO BACK TO THE VINE--AFTER SUNSET--A TWILIGHT EXISTENCE--SALAD OF MONK'S-HOOD--A ROYAL SUMMONS.
The few marked events of my life have generally happened on my birthdays.

It was on my fifteenth birthday that Mr.Arkwright got a letter from one of my relations on the subject of my going to live with my great-grandfather and grandmother.
They were now very old.

My great-grandfather was becoming "childish," and the little dear duchess was old and frail for such a charge alone.
They had no daughter.

The religious question was laid aside.

My most Protestant relatives thought my duty in the matter overwhelming, and with all my clinging of heart to the moor home I felt myself that it was so.
I don't know how I got over the parting.