with me it is the reverse. I never saw Glenarvon's eyes gaze coldly on me till now. Farewell.
"Ever with respect and love,
"Your grateful, but unhappy friend,
"Calantha."
Lady Avondale was more calm when she had thus written. The next morning a letter was placed in her hand. Her heart beat high. It was from Mortanville Priory:—but it was from Lady Trelawney, in answer to one she had sent her, and not from Glenarvon.
"Dearest cousin," said Lady Trelawney,
"I have not had time to write to you
one word before. Of all the places I ever
was at, this is the most perfectly delightful.
Had I a spice in me of romance,
I would attempt to describe it;
but, in truth, I cannot. Tell Sophia we
expect her for certain next week; and,
if you wish to be diverted from all black
