Why they are one," said Charlton impatiently. "In an unjust war?"

"It was not an unjust war!"

"That's what you call a knock-downer," said Fleda laughing.

"But I confess myself so simple as to have agreed with Seth Plumfield, when I heard him and Lucas disputing about it last winter, that it was a shame to a great and strong nation like ours to display its might in crushing a weak

one.

"But they drew it upon themselves.

They began hostilities."

"There is a diversity of opinion about that."

"Not in heads that have two grains of information."

"I beg your pardon. Mrs. Evelyn and Judge Sensible were talking over that very question the other day at Montepoole; and he made it quite clear to my mind that we were the aggressors.

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Judge Sensible is a fool!" said Mr. Rossitur.

Very well!" said Fleda laughing; "but as I do not wish to be comprehended in the same class, will you show me how he was wrong, uncle?'

This drew on a discussion of some length, to which Fleda listened with profound attention, long after her aunt had ceased to listen at all, and Hugh was thoughtful, and Charlton disgusted. At the end of it Mr. Rossitur left the table and the room, and Fleda, subsiding, turned to her cold coffee-cup. "I didn't know you ever cared anything about politics before," said Hugh.

"Didn't you?" said Fleda smiling. Their eyes met for a second, with a and then he too went off to his work. after that.

"You do me injustice."

most appreciating smile on his part ; There was a few minutes' silent pause

"Mother," said Charlton looking up and bursting forth, "what is all this about the mill and the farm? Is not the farm doing well?"

"I am afraid not very well," said Mrs. Rossitur gently. "What is the difficulty?"

ور

"Why, your father has let it to a man by the name of Didenhover, and I am afraid he is not faithful; it does not seem to bring us in what it ought.' "What did he do that for?"

"He was wearied with the annoyances he had to endure before, and thought it would be better and more profitable to have somebody else take the whole charge and management. He did not know Didenhover's

character at the time."

"Engaged him without knowing him !"

Fleda was the only third party present, and Charlton unwittingly allowing himself to meet her eye received a look of keen displeasure that he was not prepared for.

"That is not like him," he said, in a much moderated tone.

"But you

must be changed too, mother, or you would not endure such anomalous service in your kitchen."

"There are a great many changes, dear Charlton," said his mother, looking at him with such a face of sorrowful sweetness and patience that his mouth was stopped. Fleda left the room.

"And have you really nothing to depend upon but that child's strawberries and Hugh's wood-saw?" he said, in the tone he ought to have used from the beginning.

"Little else."

Charlton stifled two or three sentences that rose to his lips, and began to

walk up and down the room again. His mother sat musing by the teaboard still, softly clinking her spoon against the edge of her tea-cup. "She has grown up very pretty," he remarked after a pause.

"Pretty!" said Mrs. Rossitur.

"Why?"

"No one that has seen much of Fleda would ever describe her by that

Charlton had the candour to think he had seen something of her that morning.

"Poor child!" said Mrs. Rossitur sadly; "I can't bear to think of her spending her life as she is doing-wearing herself out, I know, sometimes -and buried alive."

"Buried!" said Charlton in his turn.

"Yes-without any of the advantages and opportunities she ought to have. I can't bear to think of it. And yet how should I ever live without her!" said Mrs. Rossitur, leaning her face upon her hands. "And if she

were known she would not be mine long. But it grieves me to have her go without her music that she is so fond of, and the books she wants; she and Hugh have gone from end to end of every volume there is in the house, I believe, in every language except Greek.

"Well she looks pretty happy and contented, mother."

"I don't know!

"Isn't she happy?

said Mrs. Rossitur, shaking her head.

"

"I don't know," said Mrs. Rossitur again; "she has a spirit that is happy in doing her duty, or anything for those she loves; but I see her sometimes wearing a look that pains me exceedingly. I am afraid the way she lives and the changes in our affairs have worn upon her more than we know of; she feels doubly everything that touches me, or Hugh, or your father. She is a gentle spirit!

"She seems to me not to want character," said Charlton.

"Character! I don't know who has so much. She has at least fifty times as much character as I have. And energy. She is admirable at managing people; she knows how to influence them somehow so that everybody does what she wants.

"And who influences her?" said Charlton.

"Who influences her? Everybody that she loves. Who has the most influence over her, do you mean? I am sure I don't know; Hugh if anybody; but she is rather the moving spirit of the household."

Capt. Rossitur resolved that he would be an exception to her rule.

He forgot however, for some reason or other, to sound his father any more on the subject of mismanagement. His thoughts indeed were more pleasantly taken up.

CHAPTER XXIV.

My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.-Tempest.

HE Evelyns spent several weeks at the Pool; and both mother and

pany as much as possible. For those weeks Fleda had enough of gaiety. She was constantly spending the day with them at the Pool, or going on some party of pleasure, or taking quiet sensible walks and rides with them alone, or with only one or two more of the most rational and agreeable

people that the place could command. And even Mrs. Rossitur was persuaded, more times than one, to put herself in her plainest remaining French silk and entertain the whole party, with the addition of one or two of Charlton's friends, at her Queechy farm-house.

Fleda enjoyed it all with the quick spring of a mind habitually bent to the patient fulfilment of duty and habitually under the pressure of rather sobering thoughts. It was a needed and very useful refreshment. Charlton's being at home gave her the full good of the opportunity more than would else have been possible. He was her constant attendant, driving her to and from the Pool, and finding as much to call him there as she had, for besides the Evelyns, his friend Thorn abode there all this time. The only drawback to Fleda's pleasure as she drove off from Queechy would be the leaving Hugh plodding away at his saw-mill. She used to nod and wave to him as they went by, and almost feel that she ought not to go on and enjoy herself while he was tending that wearisome machinery all day long. Still she went on and enjoyed herself; but the mere thought of his patient smile as she passed would have kept her from too much elation of spirits, if there had been any danger, There never was any.

"That's a lovely little cousin of yours," said Thorn one evening, when he and Rossitur, on horseback, were leisurely making their way along the up and down road between Montepoole and Queechy.

"She is not particularly little," said Rossitur, with a dryness that somehow lacked any savour of gratification.

"She is of a most fair stature," said Thorn. "I did not mean anything against that; but there are characters to which one gives instinctively a softening appellative.

"Are there ?"

"She is not to compare to one of those girls we have left behind us ai Montepoole," said Charlton.

"Hum-well, perhaps you are right; but which girl do you mean? for I profess I don't know.

"The second of Mrs. Evelyn's daughters; the auburn-haired one." "Miss Constance, eh?" said Thorn.

compared to her?"

"In what isn't the other one to be

"In anything! Nobody would ever think of looking at her in the same

room.

"Why not?" said Thorn coolly.

"I don't know why not," said Charlton, "except that she has not a tithe of her beauty. That's a superb girl!"

For a matter of twenty yards Mr. Thorn went softly humming a tune to himself and leisurely switching the flies off his horse. "Well," said he, "there's no accounting for tastes—

'I ask no red and white

To make up my delight,
No odd becoming graces,

Black eyes, or little know-not-what in faces.""

"What do you want then?" said Charlton, half laughing at him, though his friend was perfectly grave.

"A cool eye, and a mind in it."

"A cool eye!" said Rossitur.

"Yes.

Those we have left behind us are arrant will-o'-the-wispsdancing fires-no more."

"I can tell you there is fire sometimes in the other eyes," said Charlton

"Very likely," said his friend composedly, “I could have guessed as much; but that is a fire you may warm yourself at ; no eternal phosphorescence; it is the leaping up of an internal fire, that only shows itself upon occasion."

"I suppose you know what you are talking about," said Charlton, "but I can't follow you into the region of volcanoes. Constance Evelyn has superb eyes. It is uncommon to see a light blue so brilliant."

"1 would rather trust a sick head to the handling of the lovely lady than the superb one, at a venture."

"I thought you never had a sick head," said Charlton.

"That is lucky for me, as the hands do not happen to be at my service. But no imagination could put Miss Constance in Desdemona's place, when Othello complained of his headache, you remember, Charlton

'Faith, that's with watching-'twill away again

Let me but bind this handkerchief about it hard.""

Thorn gave the intonation truly and admirably.

"Fleda never said anything so soft as that," said Charlton.

"" No?"

"No."

"You speak-well, but soft!-do you know what you are talking about there ?"

"Not very well," said Charlton.

"I only remember there was nothing soft about Othello, what you quoted of his wife just now seemed to me to smack of that quality."

I forgive your memory," said Thorn, "or else I certainly would not forgive you. If there is a fair creation in all Shakspeare it is Desdemona, and if there is a pretty combination on earth that nearly matches it, I believe it is that one.

"What one?”

"Your pretty cousin."

Charlton was silent.

""for

"It is generous in me to undertake her defence," Thorn went on, she bestows as little of her fair countenance upon me as she can well help. But try as she will, she cannot be so repellant as she is attractive.”

Charlton pushed his horse into a brisker pace not favourable to conversation; and they rode forward in silence, till in descending the hill below Deepwater they came within view of Hugh's work-place, the saw-mill. Charlton suddenly drew bridle.

"There she is.'

"And who is with her ?" said Thorn.

his name?-who has lost all his ancestors. "My brother," said Charlton.

"As I live !-our friend-what's And who is the other?"

"I don't mean your brother, Capt. Rossitur," said Thorn throwing himself off his horse.

He joined the party, who were just leaving the mill to go down towards the house. Very much at his leisure Charlton dismounted and came after him.

"I have brought Charlton safe home, Miss Ringgan," said Thorn, who, leading his horse had quietly secured a position at her side.

"What's the matter?" said Fleda laughing. "Couldn't he bring him

self home?"

"I don't know what's the matter, but he's been uncommonly dumpishwe've been as near as possible to quarrelling for half a dozen miles back."

"We have been-a-more agreeably employed," said Dr. Quackenboss, looking round at him with a face that was a concentration of affability.

"I make no doubt of it, sir; I trust we shall bring no unharmonious interruption. If I may change somebody else's words," he added more low to Fleda, "disdain itself must convert to courtesy in your presence. "I am sorry disdain should live to pay me a compliment," said Fleda. "Mr. Thorn, may I introduce to you Mr. Olmney.'

Mr. Thorn honoured the introduction with perfect civility, but then fell back to his former position and slightly lowered tone.

"Are you then a sworn foe to compliments ?"

"I was never so fiercely attacked by them as to give me any occasion. "I should be very sorry to furnish the occasion,-but what's the harm in them, Miss Ringgan ?"

"Of agreeableness!-Pardon me-I hope you will be so good as to give me the rationale of that?"

"I am of Miss Edgeworth's opinion, sir," said Fleda blushing, "that a lady may always judge of the estimation in which she is held by the conversation which is addressed to her."

"And you judge compliments to be a doubtful indication of esteem?" "I am sure you do not need information on that point, sir.

"

"As to your opinion or the matter of fact?" said he somewhat keenly. "As to the matter of fact," said Fleda, with a glance both simple and acute in its expression.

"I will not venture to say a word," said Thorn smiling.

"Protestations

would certainly fall flat at the gates where les douces paroles cannot eater. But do you know this is picking a man's pocket of all his silver pennies and obliging him to produce his gold.”

"That would be a hard measure upon a good many people," said Fleda laughing. "But they're not driven to that. There's plenty of small change left."

"You certainly do not deal in the coin you condemn," said Thorn bowing. "But you will remember that none call for gold but those who can exchange it, and the number of them is few. In a world where cowrie passes current a man may be excused for not throwing about his guineas.' "I wish you'd throw about a few for our entertainment,” said Charlton, who was close behind. "I haven't seen a yellow-boy in a good while." "A proof that your eyes are not jaundiced," said his friend without turning his head, "whatever may be the case with you otherwise. Is he out of humour with the country life you like so well, Miss Ringgan, or has he left his domestic tastes in Mexico? How do you think he likes Queechy?" "You might as well ask myself," said Charlton.

"How do you think he likes Queechy, Miss Ringgan ?"

"I am afraid something after the fashion of Touchstone," said Fleda laughing; "he thinks that 'in respect of itself it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, he likes it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth him well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.""

"There's a guinea for you, Capt. Rossitur," said his friend. know out of what mint?"

"It doesn't bear the head of Socrates," said Charlton.

"Do you

"Hast no philosophy in thee,' Charlton ?" said Fleda laughing back at him.