"He is in his room," said Elinor; "I heard him walking as I passed his door. I am afraid he is not well." The servant who was sent to let him know that dinner was on table, returned with the answer, that Mr. Hazlehurst had a bad head-ache, and begged Miss Wyllys would excuse him. "That long row in the sun must have given Harry a head-ache, Aunt Agnes," said Elinor; "I am sorry we went so far." "Perhaps so," said Miss Agnes; although she did not seem wholly to be of Elinor's opinion. "Hazlehurst is no such tender chicken, Nelly; you must not spoil him, child--do you hear?" said her grandfather, smiling in a way that made Elinor colour. Miss Agnes was silent during dinner; but as the whole family had scarcely recovered from the alarm of the morning, the shade of anxiety on her face was not remarked. Harry remained in his room. As he had requested not to be disturbed, he was left alone. Once, however, in the course of the evening, a knock was heard at his door, and a servant appeared. "Miss Elinor sends you a cup of tea, sir, and hopes your head is better," said Thomas. "Miss Elinor is very good--I am much obliged to her," was Harry's answer, in a low, thick voice; but the cup of tea remained untasted, while Hazlehurst resumed his walk across the room. When, shortly after, Elinor's voice was heard singing her grandfather's favourite air of Robin Adair in lower tones than usual, Harry again started from the table, where he had laid pen and paper preparatory to writing, and striking his hand against his forehead, he exclaimed: {"Robin Adair" = Irish folksong, though often identified with Scotland, with words ca. 1750 by Lady Caroline Keppel; it is the only specific tune Elinor is ever heard to sing} "Ungrateful wretch, that I am!" The next morning Elinor was up early, and taking the garden basket, she went out to gather all the late flowers she could find, to fill a jar for the drawing-room--singing gaily, as she went from bush to bush, and gathering here a sprig of honeysuckle, there violets or a late rose, blooming out of season, and a few other straggling blossoms. After loitering about the garden for half an hour, she returned to the house. She was surprised to see the coachman, at that early hour, driving up the avenue in the little wagon used for errands about the country. "Where have you been, Williams?" she asked, as he drove past her towards the stable. "To carry Mr. Hazlehurst over to Upper Lewiston, in time for the six o'clock boat, Miss." Elinor could scarcely believe what she had heard. At the same moment, Mr. Wyllys stepped out on the piazza. "What is this, Elinor?" he asked. "They tell me Harry is off; did you see him this morning?" Elinor was obliged to say she had not. "What can it mean! did he get any letters by last night's mail?" "Not that I know of," said Elinor, much surprised, and a little alarmed.