“Look at that buffer,” said Johnnie. “Do come and see this grand footman, Mr. Sutherland. He’s such a gentleman!” A box on the ear from his mother silenced him. The servant entering with some perturbation a moment after, addressed her mistress, for she dared not address any one else while she was in the room: “Please ‘m, the carriage is astin’ after Mr. Sutherland.” “Mr. Sutherland?” “Yes ‘m.” The lady turned to Mr. Sutherland, who, although surprised as well, was not inclined to show his surprise to Mrs. Appleditch. “I did not know you had carriage-friends, Mr. Sutherland,” said she, with a toss of her head. “Neither did I,” answered Hugh. “But I will go and see who it is.” When he reached the street, he found Harry on the pavement, who having got out of the carriage, and not having been asked into the house, was unable to stand still for impatience. As soon as he saw his tutor, he bounded to him, and threw his arms round his neck, standing as they were in the open street. Tears of delight filled his eyes. “Come, come, come,” said Harry; “we all want you.” “Who wants me?” “Mrs. Elton and Euphra and me. Come, get in.” “And he pulled Hugh towards the carriage. “I cannot go with you now. I have pupils here.” Harry’s face fell. “When will you come?” “In half-an-hour.” “Hurrah! I shall be back exactly in half-an-hour then. Do be ready, please, Mr. Sutherland.” “I will.” Harry jumped into the carriage, telling the coachman to drive where he pleased, and be back at the same place in half-an-hour. Hugh returned into the house. As may be supposed, Margaret was the means of this happy meeting. Although she saw plainly enough that Euphra would like to see Hugh, she did not for some time make up her mind to send for him. The circumstances which made her resolve to do so were these. For some days Euphra seemed to be gradually regaining her health and composure of mind. One evening, after a longer talk than usual, Margaret had left her in bed, and had gone to her own room. She was just preparing to get into bed herself, when a knock at her door startled her, and going to it, she saw Euphra standing there, pale as death, with nothing on but her nightgown, notwithstanding the bitter cold of an early and severe frost. She thought at first she must be walking in her sleep, but the scared intelligence of her open eyes, soon satisfied her that it was not so. “What is the matter, dear Miss Cameron?” she said, as calmly as she could. “He is coming. He wants me. If he calls me, I must go.”