“It cannot be possible that that miserable beggar is to come between Pauline and his property!  Is he mad, to dream of making that little outcast his heiress?  Yet he meant it; I saw it in his eye; the lurking devil that has slumbered since that evening, and that I hoped would never gleam out at me again.  Oh! we are a precious family.  Set the will of one against another, and all Pandemonium can’t crush either!  Ten to one, Pauline will lose her wits too, and be as hard to manage as Guy.”  Moody and perplexed, she walked on to the dining room.  Beulah had fallen into a heavy slumber of exhaustion, and it was late in the day when she again unclosed her eyes.  Harriet sat sewing near her, but soon perceived that she was awake, and immediately put aside her work.

“Aha! so you have come to your senses again, have you?  How are you, child?”

“I am weak.”

“Which isn’t strange, seeing that you haven’t eat a teaspoonful in more than a week.  Now, look here, little one; I am ordered to nurse and take charge of you till you are strong enough to look out for yourself.  So you must not object to anything I tell you to do.”  Without further parley, she washed and wiped Beulah’s face and hands, shook up the pillows, and placed her comfortably on them.  To the orphan, accustomed all her life to wait upon others, there was something singularly novel in being thus carefully handled; and, nestling her head close to the pillows, she shut her eyes, lest the tears that were gathering should become visible.  Harriet quitted the room for a short time, and returned with a salver containing some refreshments.

“I can’t eat anything.  Thank you; but take it away.”  Beulah put her hands over her face, but Harriet resolutely seated herself on the side of the bed, lifted her up, and put a cup of tea to the quivering lips.

“It is no use talking; master said you had to eat, and you might just as well do it at once.  Poor thing! you are hiding your eyes to cry.  Well, drink this tea and eat a little; you must, for folks can’t live forever without eating.”  There was no alternative, and Beulah swallowed what was given her.  Harriet praised her obedient spirit, and busied herself about the room for some time.  Finally, stooping over the bed, she said abruptly: 

“Honey, are you crying?”

There was no reply, and, kneeling down, she said cautiously: 

“If you knew as much about this family as I do, you would cry, sure enough, for something.  My master says he has adopted you, and since he has said it, everything will work for good to you.  But, child, there will come times when you need a friend besides master, and be sure you come to me when you do.  I won’t say any more now; but remember what I tell you when you get into trouble.  Miss Pauline has come, and if she happens to take a fancy to you (which I think she won’t), she will stand by you till the stars fall; and if she don’t, she will hate you worse than Satan himself for—­” Harriet did not complete the sentence, for she detected her master’s step in the passage, and resumed her work.