“To be scolded, threatened, desired to obey, like a child, an infant; what girl of my age would bear it tamely?  Well might Annie say I was a slave, not permitted to act or even think according to my own discretion; well might she say no other mother behaved to her daughters as mine; to be kept in complete thraldom; to be threatened, if I do not behave better, to be removed from the scenes I so much love, buried again at home I suppose; is it a wonder I am changed?  Is it strange that I should no longer feel for mamma as formerly? and even Emmeline must condemn me, call me to account for my actions, and my intimacy with Annie is made a subject of reproach; but if I do not see her as often as before, I can write, thank heaven, and at least her sympathy and affection will be mine.”

Such was the tenor of her secret thoughts, and she followed them up by writing to her friend a lengthened and heightened description of all that had occurred that morning, dwelling long and indignantly on what she termed the cruel and unjust severity of her mother, and imploring, as such confidential letters generally did, Annie’s secrecy and sympathy.  The epistle was despatched, and quickly answered, in a style which, as might be imagined, increased all Caroline’s feelings of indignation towards her parents, and bade her rely still more confidingly on her false friend, who, she taught herself to believe, was almost the only person who really cared for her best interests.

Days passed, but neither Mr. nor Mrs. Hamilton changed in the coldness of their manner towards their child.  Perhaps such conduct added fire to the already resentful girl; but surely they might be pardoned for acting as they did.  Caroline’s irritability increased, and Annie’s secret letters were ever at hand to soothe while they excited.  She ever endeavoured to turn her friend’s attention from what she termed her severe trials to the devotion felt towards her by Lord Alphingham, declaring that each interview confirmed more and more her belief in his passionate admiration.  The evil influence which Miss Grahame’s letters had upon the mind of Caroline in her private hours, was apparent in her manner to Lord Alphingham, when they chanced to meet, but even more guarded than she had hitherto been, did Caroline become in her behaviour towards him when her parents were present.  Their conduct had confirmed, to her heated and mistaken fancy, Annie’s representation of their unjustifiable severity, and that, indignant at her rejection of St. Eval, they would unhesitatingly refuse their consent to her acceptance of the Viscount.  Caroline thought not to ask herself how then is my intimacy with him to end?  She only enjoyed the present as much as she could, while the coldness of her parents, amidst all her pride and boasted stoicism, still tortured her; and to the future Annie as yet completely prevented her looking.  Miss Grahame’s plans appeared indeed to thrive, and many were the confidential and