“Pendennyss has spoken truth, my dear brother,” cried she, recovering her voice; “Emily is the child of my care and my love—­the two beings I love best in this world are now united—­but,” she added, pressing Lady Moseley to her bosom, “my heart is large enough for you all; you are of my blood, and my gratitude for your affection is boundless.  There shall be but one large family of us; and although our duties may separate us for a time, we will, I trust, ever meet in tenderness and love, though with George and Emily I will take up my abode.”

“I hope your house in Northamptonshire is not to be vacant always,” said Lady Moseley to the earl, anxiously.

“I have no house there, my dear madam,” he replied; “when I thought myself about to succeed in my suit before, I directed a lawyer at Bath, where Sir William Harris resided most of his time, to endeavor to purchase the deanery, whenever a good opportunity offered:  in my discomfiture,” he added, smiling, “I forgot to countermand the order, and he purchased it immediately on its being advertised.  For a short time it was an incumbrance to me, but it is now applied to its original purpose.  It is the sole property of the Countess of Pendennyss, and I doubt not you will see it often and agreeably tenanted.”

This intelligence gave great satisfaction to his friends, and the expected summer restored to even Jane a gleam of her former pleasure.

If there be bliss in this life, approaching in any degree to the happiness of the blessed, it is the fruition of long and ardent love, where youth, innocence, piety, and family concord, smile upon the union.  And all these were united in the case of the new-married pair; but happiness in this world cannot or does not, in any situation, exist without alloy.

The peace of mind and fortitude of Emily were fated to receive a blow, as unlooked for to herself as it was unexpected to the world.  Bonaparte appeared in France, and Europe became in motion.

From the moment the earl heard the intelligence his own course was decided.  His regiment was the pride of the army, and that it would be ordered to join the duke he did not entertain a doubt.

Emily was, therefore, in some little measure prepared for the blow.  It is at such moments as our own acts, or events affecting us, get to be without our control, that faith in the justice and benevolence of God is the most serviceable to the Christian.  When others spend their time in useless regrets he is piously resigned:  it even so happens, that when others mourn he can rejoice.

The sound of the bugle, wildly winding its notes, broke on the stillness of the morning in the little village in which was situated the cottage tenanted by Sir Edward Moseley.  Almost concealed by the shrubbery which surrounded its piazza, stood the forms of the Countess of Pendennyss and her sister Lady Marian, watching eagerly the appearance of those whose approach was thus announced.