united.  Nothing can be more secluded than the situation of the mansion, lying as it does in the midst of a gentle valley, surrounded by a thick wood, and without having a single habitation in view.  Its chief interest, however, must always be derived from its connection with the memory of the chivalrous and high-souled nobleman by whom it was erected, and who made it occasionally his retreat after the death of his presumed royal consort, which occurred about four years previous to the date of this history.

Amabel was delighted with her new abode, and she experienced the kindness of a parent from her aunt, with whom, owing to circumstances, she had not hitherto been personally acquainted, having only seen her when too young to retain any recollection of the event.  The widow of a farmer, who had resided on Lord Craven’s estate near Kingston Lisle, Mrs. Buscot, after her husband’s death, had been engaged as housekeeper at Ashdown Lodge, and had filled the situation for many years to the entire satisfaction of her employer.  She was two or three years older than her brother, Mr. Bloundel; but the perfect health she enjoyed, and which she attributed to the salubrious air of the downs, combined with her natural cheerfulness of disposition, made her look much the younger of the two.  Her features, besides their kindly and benevolent expression, were extremely pleasing, and must, some years ago, have been beautiful.  Even now, what with her fresh complexion, her white teeth, and plump figure, she made no slight pretensions to comeliness.  She possessed the same good sense and integrity of character as her brother, together with his strong religious feeling, but entirely unaccompanied by austerity.

Having no children, she was able to bestow her entire affections upon Amabel, whose sad story, when she became acquainted with it, painfully affected her; nor was she less concerned at her precarious state of health.  For the first day or two after their arrival, Amabel suffered greatly from the effects of the journey; but after that time, she gained strength so rapidly, that Mrs. Buscot, who at first had well-nigh despaired of her recovery, began to indulge a hope.  The gentle sufferer would sit throughout the day with her aunt and Nizza Macascree in the gallery near the belvedere, inhaling the pure breeze blowing from the surrounding hills, and stirring the tree-tops beneath her.

“I never expected so much happiness,” she observed, on one occasion, to Mrs. Buscot, “and begin to experience the truth of Doctor Hodges’ assertion, that with returning health, the desire of life would return.  I now wish to live.”

“I am heartily glad to hear you say so,” replied Mrs. Buscot, “and hold it a certain sign of your speedy restoration to health.  Before you have been a month with me, I expect to bring back the roses to those pale cheeks.”

“You are too sanguine, I fear, dear aunt,” rejoined Amabel, “but the change that has taken place in my feelings, may operate beneficially upon my constitution.”