For several weeks the most monotonous tranquillity seemed to reign at

Coventry House, and yet, unseen, unsuspected, a storm was gathering.

The arrival of Miss Muir seemed to produce a change in everyone, though

no one could have explained how or why. Nothing could be more

unobtrusive and retiring than her manners. She was devoted to Bella,

who soon adored her, and was only happy when in her society. She

ministered in many ways to Mrs. Coventry's comfort, and that lady

declared there never was such a nurse. She amused, interested and won

Edward with her wit and womanly sympathy. She made Lucia respect and

envy her for her accomplishments, and piqued indolent Gerald by her

persistent avoidance of him, while Sir John was charmed with her

respectful deference and the graceful little attentions she paid him in

a frank and artless way, very winning to the lonely old man. The very

servants liked her; and instead of being, what most governesses are, a

forlorn creature hovering between superiors and inferiors, Jean Muir

was the life of the house, and the friend of all but two.

Lucia disliked her, and Coventry distrusted her; neither could exactly

say why, and neither owned the feeling, even to themselves. Both watched

her covertly yet found no shortcoming anywhere. Meek, modest, faithful,

and invariably sweet-tempered--they could complain of nothing and

wondered at their own doubts, though they could not banish them.

It soon came to pass that the family was divided, or rather that two

members were left very much to themselves. Pleading timidity, Jean Muir

kept much in Bella's study and soon made it such a pleasant little nook

that Ned and his mother, and often Sir John, came in to enjoy the music,

reading, or cheerful chat which made the evenings so gay. Lucia at first

was only too glad to have her cousin to herself, and he too lazy to care

what went on about him. But presently he wearied of her society, for she

was not a brilliant girl, and possessed few of those winning arts which

charm a man and steal into his heart. Rumors of the merry-makings that

went on reached him and made him curious to share them; echoes of fine

music went sounding through the house, as he lounged about the empty

drawing room; and peals of laughter reached him while listening to

Lucia's grave discourse.

She soon discovered that her society had lost its charm, and the more

eagerly she tried to please him, the more signally she failed. Before

long Coventry fell into a habit of strolling out upon the terrace of an

evening, and amusing himself by passing and repassing the window of

Bella's room, catching glimpses of what was going on and reporting the

result of his observations to Lucia, who was too proud to ask admission

to the happy circle or to seem to desire it.




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