It was not just the way Miss Agnace was wont to speak; but even Miss Agnace was beginning to see things differently, in the new light that was shining on them, and for a minute Frederica forgot her own trouble, looking at her wistfully. "Are you glad to be here, Miss Agnace? Are you happy here?" said she. "Will you never go away from us any more?" "Oh! as to going away--no, while my young lady needs me," said Miss Agnace. "Not even if Father Jerome said you must?" The name had not been mentioned for a long time between them. An odd look came over Miss Agnace's face. "He will not say it," said she. "Did he wish you to come? I am very glad you came; but was he not afraid to let you come? Was it for our sakes?" said Frederica, wishing to get away from her own troubled thoughts, and speaking very much at random. "My dear, Father Jerome loved you, though you doubted it, and he wished you well always, though perhaps he made mistakes," said Miss Agnace; "but you are to rest, and not think of anything to vex you, and I will leave you for a little while." But though Miss Agnace went, Frederica's troubled thoughts stayed with her, and she said to herself she must find courage to write to Colonel Bentham, and ask him to interfere between her and her brother. Could she ask it? would it do? oh! how helpless and miserable she felt! Suddenly there came into her mind Miss Agnace's question: "Is it then anything you cannot carry to your best Friend?--to Him who has brought you through all to such happy days?" Had she brought it to Him? Could she bring it? Not her anger, and her pride, and her determination to rebel--to have her own way; but her trouble--her fear for Selina being far away and unhappy. If Edgar did not know what would be best for her, surely Jesus did, and He would help them. But then it might not be in her way. They might have to be separated all the same. Frederica cried bitterly as she thought about it; but she did bring her trouble to her Friend, and the bitterness had all gone out of her tears, and out of her heart too, before she fell asleep. When she woke, her brother was looking down upon her with a very grave face. Frederica smiled, though her tears came again. "I am going to be good," said she, and she took the hand that rested on hers, and Carried it to her lips. "My darling! my precious little sister!" said her brother, moved by her gentleness as her anger could not move him. "It grieves me sorely to have to grieve you; but trust me, Frederica, this once." "Ah! must you grieve us? I do trust you: I could bear it, but Selina! I do not think I am vain, but I cannot think what she will do without me," she pleaded. "No, I am not going to be naughty, and I do trust you--" Edgar soothed her with his touch and his voice. He was very gentle with her. "If I were sure--" "But, darling, if you were sure, there would be no need to trust me. And our Elder Brother--do you think He will forget Selina and you?"