Lucy blushed deeply.  ’For Heaven’s sake, no, Mr. Mac-Morlan, do not let that be; Charles Hazlewood has had enough of mischief about that already.’

‘About the classics, my dear young lady?’ wilfully seeming to misunderstand her; ’most young gentlemen have so at one period or another, sure enough; but his present studies are voluntary.’

Miss Bertram let the conversation drop, and her host made no effort to renew it, as she seemed to pause upon the intelligence in order to form some internal resolution.

The next day Miss Bertram took an opportunity of conversing with Mr. Sampson.  Expressing in the kindest manner her grateful thanks for his disinterested attachment, and her joy that he had got such a provision, she hinted to him that his present mode of superintending Charles Hazlewood’s studies must be so inconvenient to his pupil that, while that engagement lasted, he had better consent to a temporary separation, and reside either with his scholar or as near him as might be.  Sampson refused, as indeed she had expected, to listen a moment to this proposition; he would not quit her to be made preceptor to the Prince of Wales.  ‘But I see,’ he added, ’you are too proud to share my pittance; and peradventure I grow wearisome unto you.’

’No indeed; you were my father’s ancient, almost his only, friend.  I am not proud; God knows, I have no reason to be so.  You shall do what you judge best in other matters; but oblige me by telling Mr. Charles Hazlewood that you had some conversation with me concerning his studies, and that I was of opinion that his carrying them on in this house was altogether impracticable, and not to be thought of.’

Dominie Sampson left her presence altogether crest-fallen, and, as he shut the door, could not help muttering the ’varium et mutabile’ of Virgil.  Next day he appeared with a very rueful visage, and tendered Miss Bertram a letter.  ‘Mr. Hazlewood,’ he said, ’was to discontinue his lessons, though he had generously made up the pecuniary loss.  But how will he make up the loss to himself of the knowledge he might have acquired under my instruction?  Even in that one article of writing,—­he was an hour before he could write that brief note, and destroyed many scrolls, four quills, and some good white paper.  I would have taught him in three weeks a firm, current, clear, and legible hand; he should have been a calligrapher,—­but God’s will be done.’

The letter contained but a few lines, deeply regretting and murmuring against Miss Bertram’s cruelty, who not only refused to see him, but to permit him in the most indirect manner to hear of her health and contribute to her service.  But it concluded with assurances that her severity was vain, and that nothing could shake the attachment of Charles Hazlewood.

Under the active patronage of Mrs. Mac-Candlish, Sampson picked up some other scholars—­very different indeed from Charles Hazlewood in rank, and whose lessons were proportionally unproductive.  Still, however, he gained something, and it was the glory of his heart to carry it to Mr. Mac-Morlan weekly, a slight peculium only subtracted to supply his snuff-box and tobacco-pouch.