Agnes was attired in snowy white; a few rose-buds forming her only ornament; her face was lit up with a joyous smile, as she greeted one after another of her old companions; and there was something in the expression of that countenance, a blending of the highest and loftiest emotions, with all the social tenderness in which woman finds her chief earthly happiness, so irresistibly attractive, that he who could turn away coldly or unmoved, must indeed be a cynic, if not the veriest stoic that ever trod our beautiful earth.

In a recess, formed by a large bow window, and which, though at the furthest end of the room, was admirably fitted for a looker-on, commanding, as it did, a view of the whole, two ladies were seated, busily engaged in that most delightful of occupations, gossiping, for which they found ample material, as guest after guest paid their respects to the mistress of the dwelling.

“Only look,” said the elderly lady, addressing her companion, as Arthur crossed the room, to speak to Agnes; “just look, what a melancholy appearance Mr. Bernard wears.  I wonder where his sister is to-night?”

“I heard Mr. Clifford, who you know is a visitor there, say that she had a violent toothache, and his mother, fearing she would feel lonely, had remained at home with her.”

“Mr. Clifford’s mother!  You surely do not mean that that old lady, Mrs. Cartwright, who accompanied the Bernards on their return from France, is the mother of that fine looking young man?”

“Yes, indeed, his is quite a romantic history.”

“Oh, I should like to hear it of all things.  Do oblige me by narrating it, will you?  You are so intimate with the Bernards, that you have an opportunity of hearing everything.”

The younger lady’s face wore a gratified expression, for it was very pleasant to learn, whatever the facts of the matter really were, that others believed her on terms of close intimacy with a family, whose high standing in the community had never been disputed; and she now gladly complied with the request, certain that it would afford to her friend confirmation of her previously expressed opinion, “strong as Holy Writ.”

“You must know, then,” she commenced, “that when Ella was visiting the South of France for the benefit of her health, (for I told Mr. Bernard, again and again, before they left, that nothing but change of air would restore her,) she met with this Mrs. Cartwright, whose own home was in America, but who was then on a visit to a relative.  They became quite intimate in a short time, and Ella, on her return to B——­, persuaded Mrs. Cartwright to accompany them, and to spend some time with them.

“A widow and childless, as she then supposed, and having no near kin to bind her to her home, she accepted Ellen’s invitation, and, accordingly, they all returned together.