"I hope you have had an enjoyable afternoon," said Mr. Newville. "I have enjoyed myself very much, and cannot express my thanks for your hospitality," Robert replied. "It was very kind in you to honor us with your company," said Mrs. Newville with a charming grace and dignity. Miss Newville went with them to the gate, Major Evelyn improving the opportunity to walk by her side. Robert thought there was a shade of vexation on her face. "Excuse me, gentlemen, while I talk with Miss Brandon a moment," she said, dropping behind. Robert walked on a few steps and waited for Berinthia. Major Evelyn lingered a moment as if to have a last word with Miss Newville, but politeness would not admit his further tarrying; he lifted his hat and walked away. "Oh, Mr. Walden, what do you think your good cousin has been saying?" said Miss Newville, calling him once more to the gate. "Possibly that she has had an agreeable chat with one of his majesty's brilliant officers," Robert replied. "Instead of being brilliant, he was positively stupid. I don't like epaulets," said Berinthia. "Not those sent to protect us?" Miss Newville asked. "No." "Neither do I." The words were spoken firmly, with an emphasis which Robert alone could understand. Miss Newville locked her arm in Berinthia's as if loath to have her go. They lingered by the gate, how long Robert could not say. Just what was said he could not recall. He only knew it was delightful to stand there, to hear her voice, to see the smiles rippling upon her face, and the loving eyes that turned towards him at times. When at last the good-night was spoken, when himself and Berinthia were quite a distance, looking backward he saw her white handkerchief waving them farewell. VI. CHRIST CHURCH CHIMES. Calm and peaceful was the Sabbath morning in Rumford, where the stillness was broken only by lowing cattle and singing birds, but in Boston Robert heard the rattling of drums,--a prolonged roll, as if the drummers found special pleasure in disturbing the slumbers of the people. It was the reveille arousing the troops. Mr. Brandon said the officers of the king's regiments seemed to take delight in having extra drills on Sunday for the purpose of annoying the people. A few of the officers, he said, were gentlemen, but others were vile, and not to be admitted into decent society. The drums ceased and there was a period of quiet; then suddenly the air was melodious with the music of bells. Berinthia saw the wonder on Robert's face. "It is Christ Church chimes," she said. He heard "Old Hundred," sweet and enchanting. "If you would like, we will go to Christ Church this morning." Robert replied he would gladly go with her. "The sexton is a Son of Liberty, Robert Newman; you saw him the other night at the Green Dragon; his brother plays the organ," said Tom.