He had always been kind in his manner to me, and could readily guess the meaning of my melancholy face. My arm trembled on his as we proceeded to the breakfast-room together--that same room where Clarence Fairfax and I had parted in a crowd. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I would fain pass over much that followed. I received a letter from my father. He had heard somewhat of Clarence Fairfax's "conspicuous attentions to me." He feared Lady Amabel had been "too indulgent." Fairfax was the very person to "charm a young girl's senses," but he hoped they were not overcome by a fine form and a bewitching manner. My dear father thought too well of me to suppose that I was enthralled by this lively, dashing, handsome young aide-de-camp, who was, to say truth, at the feet of a lady whose reputation had suffered from her carelessness. Every one indeed spoke of Fairfax as a male coquette. You see, dear friend, my father would not assume that I was "seriously enthralled;" he was not with me to judge for himself. You shall read his letter some day. You will see that though he tried to treat this matter lightly, it weighed upon his mind; he was bent on having me home again. "My darling," he says, at the close of this letter, "write to me at once; you have never mentioned this affair, which others speak of so carelessly, and your silence makes me anxious. In my anxiety I asked your sister if you alluded to Captain Fairfax in your communications with her, but she tells me no. My love, I long to have you with me again. Captain Walton admitted to me that you were looking ill. He is most kind, and enters into my anxieties. He was unwilling, I could see, to commit Fairfax. In a word, dearest Eleanor, he has more respect for Fairfax than that infatuated young man has for himself..." Then followed directions for my return, under the care of friends about to leave Cape Town for the eastward settlements. They delayed their departure, and I was detained, to Lady Amabel's satisfaction, for she had become attached to me. But, albeit firm in her attachments, she was a person, as you may have discovered, ever open to fresh impressions. She was as unsuspicious of evil as I was. Mr Lyle had made his way, and stood in high favour when Sir Adrian arrived. He was presented, and joined the circle at dinner that day; he took his station at my side--I was sadly abstracted--he was in his most agreeable vein, and drew me from myself, as usual.