Ah! Amy was little versed in men's hearts, or she would have known that her very coldness and indifference only urged the young man on; and made the gain of one loving smile from her, worth all the world beside. Charles was sauntering quietly home through the grounds from the next day's skating on the lake, when the children's voices sounded in the distance; he unconsciously quickened his steps, and soon reached the spot where they were playing. "Another holiday!" he exclaimed, as he saw at a glance that Miss Neville was not there. "Oh! yes, Uncle, isn't it nice. We have enjoyed ourselves so much." "I wish I had known it," he replied, "for I would just as soon have had a game of romps with you, as gone skating. You must let me know when you have a holiday again." "That won't be for a long time," said Edith, "Fanny's birthday comes next, and it isn't for another six months." "Whose birthday is it to-day then?" "No one's. We have been having a regular turn-out of the school-room, all the books taken down and the cupboards emptied, because Miss Neville has lost her work." "Lost her work, has she?" said Charles, not daring to look the two girls in the face, as he took a long pull at his cigar, and watched the smoke as it curled upwards. "Yes, Uncle, lost her work; such a beautiful piece she was doing; we can't find it anywhere, and Miss Neville is so vexed about it." Vexed, was she? He wished he had taken the thimble and scissors as well. He felt a strange satisfaction in learning something had roused her, and that she was not quite so invulnerable as he thought. "Was she very angry?" he asked. "Miss Neville is never very angry," replied Edith, "but she looked very much vexed about it. I think she thought some one had been playing her a trick, as she would not allow Fanny to say it had been stolen." "I dare say she will find it again. It will turn up somewhere or other; you must have another search," and away he walked, knowing full well that unless he brought it to light it never would be found, and that all search would be fruitless. Soon after, as the children walked towards the house, they met Robert Vavasour. "Well young lady, and where are you going to?" asked he of Fanny, who, having Carlo attached to a chain, was some way behind her sister and cousin. "We are going home, Sir," said Fanny, with some difficulty making the dog keep up, by occasionally scolding him, which he seemed not to mind one bit, but only walked the slower, and tugged the more obstinately at his chain. "I have a little favour to ask of you," said he, "will you grant it?" "What is it, Sir?" asked Fanny. "Will you wait here a few minutes until my return?" "Yes. But oh! please don't be long." "Not three minutes," said he, as he disappeared. "Fanny! Fanny! are you coming?" called Edith, returning; "we are late, it is nearly four o'clock."