Mr. Middleton accepted Dr. Lacey’s invitation willingly, and the three weeks which he spent at his residence passed rapidly and pleasantly away.  During that time Dr. Lacey met with a gentleman who owned a very handsome villa near the lake shore.  This he wished to dispose of, and Mr. Middleton and Dr. Lacey went down to inspect it.  They found it every way desirable, and Mr. Middleton finally purchased it at an enormous price, and called it the “Indian Nest.”  “Here,” said he, speaking to Dr. Lacey, “here I shall at last find that happiness which I have sought for in vain during forty years.  I shall have both my nieces with me, besides Miss Mortimer and Miss Woodburn.  I suppose I shall have to invite some other young gentleman besides yourself, for the girls will hardly fancy the old Indian for a beau.”

Dr. Lacey did not reply.  He was thinking how much pleasure such an arrangement would have given him a few months ago; but now all was changed, and the thought of again meeting Fanny afforded him more pain than pleasure.

Mr. Middleton noticed his silence, and as he was slightly tinctured with the abruptness which characterized his brother, he said, “Why, young man, what is the matter?  Have you been disappointed, or what makes you manifest so much indifference to spending the summer, or a part of it, with four agreeable girls?”

Dr. Lacey saw the necessity of rousing himself from his melancholy mood, and assuming a gayety he did not feel, he said, “I feel very much flattered, Mr. Middleton, with the honor you confer upon me, but I have for some time past been subject to low spirits; so you must not mind it if I am not always gay.  Come, let us go into the garden and see what improvements are needed there.”

So saying, they turned together into the large terraced garden.  While they were engaged in walking over the handsome grounds which surrounded “The Indian Nest,” Rondeau, who had accompanied his master, was differently occupied.  Strolling down to the lake shore, he amused himself for a time by watching the waves as they dashed against the pebbly beach, and by fancying that each of them reflected the image of Leffie’s bright, round face.  Then buttoning up his coat he would strut back and forth, admiring his shadow, and thinking how much more the coat became him than it did his young master.  It had been given to him by Dr. Lacey, with the order “not to wear it out in two days”; so Rondeau had not worn it before since the morning when he gave his master one letter and forgot the other.  He had brought it with him to the lake, and was trying the effect of his elegant appearance.