"Where is that beautiful drawing, Aveline, which I used to think your best? That part of the coast, near Sorrento, at low water." "I have not kept it, mamma." "Did you give it away, my dear?" asked Mrs. Fitzpatrick with a smile. For it was at Sorrento that Mr. Haveloc had been very much with them; and, during the progress of the drawing, as he was very fond of the art, and a pretty good draughts-man himself, he had often interfered, greatly to the benefit of the picture, as Aveline then declared. "No, mamma," said Aveline, after a pause. "Have you lost it then?" asked Mrs. Fitzpatrick, thinking it not unlikely that Mr. Haveloc might have stolen it as a remembrance of the hours they had passed together. "No, mamma," said Aveline speaking very distinctly, but with much effort. "I destroyed it." "And why, dearest?" "I thought it wisest, mamma," said Aveline, going rapidly on with her drawing. "Dear Aveline," said her mother, taking her in her arms. "Now that we are at home, and at rest--are you unhappy?" "No, no, indeed, mamma!" said Aveline, hiding her face upon her mother's shoulder. "Not unhappy! Nobody can tell but myself how deeply I have longed for home and rest; often, when I have thought I should never rest again." "But how was that, my Aveline?" "It was not that I did not despise myself every day and every hour for my folly," said Aveline, plunging at once into the confession that she had often longed to make. "It was no cherished weakness, you will believe that, mamma." "I do, my dear." "And it was not because he defended us from the brigands. I know it is common enough for men to be brave. But then he thought so little of it--he always made so light of it; and we should have never known he had been wounded, if his man had not told our courier, when we met at Sorrento." Mrs. Fitzpatrick pressed her daughter's hand. "And then seeing him day by day at Sorrento; although he never said any thing that might lead me to think he noticed me more than a sick child. Always so kind--more than attentive; so vigilant that I should not be fatigued. So active in choosing resting places for us on the shore, and finding views for sketching; and I watching every time he spoke for some word that might show I was as much treasured in his secret heart, as he was in mine;--it was almost too hard. Oh! how glad I was when he left Sorrento. And yet it seemed so dreary that I was glad to go too. Then, I had nothing to do but to forget all that was past; and that was hard. There was that drawing--he had helped me with the sky, and most of the distance. I destroyed that, when I found myself always looking at it; and the cornelian amulet, that he used to laugh at me for wearing. I gave it to Mrs. Maxwell Dorset, you remember." "Mrs. Maxwell Dorset said that he had made her acquaintance at Florence, did she not?" said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, anxious to lead her daughter to talk of this, as of an indifferent subject.