The young lady walking by her side answered by a cold little laugh— "Yes, I suppose so. All small country towns are, I believe," said she. "And that good old soul, Mrs. Jones, she does invent the most absurd gossip about every body that imagination can conceive. Wilmot told me the other day that she had given her to understand that your father is a madman, sent down here by London doctors for change of air. I[Pg 2] make it a point never to mind one word she says; although her news, I confess, does amuse me." [Pg 2] "Yes, it is, very foolish. Who are those Etherages?" said Margaret. "Oh! They are village people—oddities," said Miss Sheckleton. "From all I can gather, you have no idea what absurd people they are." "He was walking with them. Was not he?" asked the young lady. "Yes—I think so," answered her cousin. Then followed a long silence, and the elder lady at length said— "How fortunate we have been in our weather; haven't we? How beautiful the hills look this evening!" said the spinster; but her words did not sound as if she cared about the hills or the light. I believe the two ladies were each acting a part. "Yes," said Margaret; "so they do." The girl felt as if she had walked fifty miles instead of two—quite worn out—her limbs aching with a sense of fatigue; it was a trouble to hold her head up. She would have liked to sit down on the old stone bench they were passing now, and to die there like a worn-out prisoner on a march. Two or three times that evening as they sat unusually silent and listless, Miss Anne Sheckleton[Pg 3] peeped over her spectacles, lowering her work for a moment, with a sad inquiry, into her face, and seemed on the point of speaking. But there was nothing inviting to talk, in Margaret's face, and when she spoke there was no reference to the subject on which Miss Sheckleton would have liked to speak. [Pg 3] So, at last, tired, with a pale, wandering smile, she kissed the kind old spinster, and bid her good night. When she reached her room, however, she did not undress, but having secured her door,