"You love another Isabel, else why impossible. Perhaps, even now you are the promised bride of another, tell me if this is the case," he said tho' his voice faltered. "You are presuming Mr. Arlington, you have no right to ask this question," she replied with glowing cheeks. "Pardon me if I have offended," he said. "I think that this interview has lasted long enough--too long in fact. I will now join the children if you please." "One moment more, say that we do not part in anger." "In anger, no, we are good friends I trust," she answered, smiling very sweetly. "My dream of happiness is over," he said sadly, almost tearfully as he took her offered hand. Isabel had some difficulty in finding the children on such a wild place. When she did so, she found Arthur and Louisa with them. Louisa was looking bright and animated, very different to what she had done during dinner, and was laughing and joining in the general conversation. "We are taking Mr. Barrington and Louisa to the bower," cried Rose as they drew near. "I'm afraid we shall be rather late," answered Isabel. "But you surely wouldn't have us return without seeing this wonderful bower, after undergoing all this fatigue," inquired Arthur. "Certainly not, but I would rather be excused climbing up there again to-day. I will wait here until you come back." returned Isabel. "Where is Everard." asked Alice. "I left him at the bower," "I think I will wait with Miss Leicester," said Amy, "I'm so very tired." "Yes do," cried Rose, "for then we shall not be half so long gone."