"Good Heavens!" exclaimed Hubert Gage, who had hastened after her. "What is it you intend? What are you going to do?" "What should I do but go home?" said Margaret, turning quietly round. "I have seen what I came to see." And turning away again, she began to walk rapidly. "Speak to me," said he, after he had followed her in silence for some time. "Tell me--am I to blame?" Margaret shook her head. "I cannot bear this silence," he said, after another pause. "Say something to me." "What should I say?" asked Margaret, still walking on. "Do you detest me?" "You!--No." They arrived before the gate of the cottage. Margaret held out her hand to him. "Good night," said she, in a calm voice. "Let me see you to-morrow." CHAPTER XIII. Steig' empor, o Morgenroth, und röthe Mit purpurnem Küsse Hain und Feld! Säus'le nieder, Abendroth und Flöte Sanft in Schlummer die erstorb'ne Welt; Morgen--ach! Du röthest Eine Todtensflor, Ach! und du, o Abendroth! umflötest Meinen langen Schlummer nur. SCHILLER. "There is no one in the verandah," said Mr. Haveloc, coming back to the side of Aveline. "It was your fancy. You have not yet forgotten the gipsy." Aveline smiled, and signed to him to take a chair close to the sofa. "I am easy now," she said. "I will not move again." He looked anxiously at her, and thought there was something strange in the expression of her features. It seemed as if she had lost her control over them, and that her smile was involuntary. "Mamma!" said she suddenly, in a quick, sharp tone. Her mother hastened to her side. "Keep close to me, mamma," she said. Mrs. Fitzpatrick, seated on the side of the sofa, held her daughter's hand. "Do you feel worse, my love?" she whispered. "No; better," returned Aveline, in a clear voice. Mrs. Fitzpatrick trembled excessively, but controlled all other sign of emotion. She looked anxiously at Mr. Haveloc, as she often did, to read his opinion. His eyes were fixed on the ground. "Mr. Haveloc," said Aveline, in a voice perfectly free from emotion, "you will recollect to tell Mr. Fletcher that Mr. Lucas was very kind, and gave me much comfort." "He returns to-morrow. I hope you will be well enough to see him yourself," said Mr. Haveloc. Aveline looked at him, and marked the unquiet expression of his face. "See how few wishes I have," said she; "how everything has been anticipated by your kindness," turning her eyes upon her mother. "I have nothing left to say at this hour." Mrs. Fitzpatrick, as white as marble, pressed her daughter's hand to her lips. Mr. Haveloc, struck with awe at the presentiment which seemed to fall upon them all, did not venture to speak. "Mamma--little Jane," said Aveline, after a pause. "Yes, my love; you know we arranged that matter the other day," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, with wonderful calmness. "Yes--yes," said Aveline.