"Yes; and it was half against his will. He would have been almost glad

to be a lay curate to Uncle George, only he knew if he was fit

for service my father would have been vexed at his giving up his

profession."

"Then it was not his choice!" said Rachel.

"Oh, he was born a soldier, like all the rest of us, couldn't help it.

The --th is our home, and if he would only take my hint and marry, I

could be with him there, now! Lady Temple, do pray send for all the

eligible officers--I don't know any of them now, except the two majors,

and Alick suspects my designs, I believe, for he won't tell me anything

about them."

"My dear!" said Fanny, bewildered, "how you talk; you know we are living

a very quiet life here."

"Oh, yes, so Alick has told me," she said, with a pretty compunction in

her tone; "you must be patient with me," and she kissed Fanny's fingers

again and spoke in a gentler way. "I am used to be a great chatter-box,

and nobody protested but Alick."

"I wish you would tell me about his return, my dear; he seemed so unfit

to travel when your poor father came to the hills and took him away by

dak. It seemed so impossible he could bear the journey; he could not

stand or help himself at all, and had constant returns of fever; but

they said the long sea voyage was the only chance, and that in India

he could not get vigour enough to begin to recover. I was very unhappy

about him," said Fanny, innocently, whilst Rachel felt very vigilant,

wondering if Fanny were the cause of the change his sister spoke of.

"Yes, the voyage did him good, but the tidings of papa's death came two

months before him, and Uncle George's eyes were in such a state that he

had to be kept in the dark, so that no one could go and meet the poor

dear boy at Southampton but Mr. Lifford, and the shock of the news he

heard brought the fever back, and it went on intermitting for weeks and

weeks. We had him at Littleworthy at first, thinking he could be better

nursed and more cheerful there, but there was no keeping the house quiet

enough."

"Croquet!" said Rachel.

"Everything!" returned Bessie. "Four courtships in more or less

progress, besides a few flirtations, and a house where all the

neighbours were running in and out in a sociable way. Our loss was not

as recent there as it was to him, and they were only nieces, so we could

not have interfered with them; besides, my aunt was afraid he would be

dull, and wanted to make the most of her conquering hero, and everybody

came and complimented him, and catechised him whether he believed in the

Indian mutilations, when, poor fellow, he had seen horrors enough never

to bear to think of them, except when the fever brought them all

over again. I am sure there was excuse enough for his being a little

irritable."




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