The tears were swelling in Anne's eyes as the song concluded; and Ralph Falconer who stood near had addressed to her some sneering compliment on her sensibility, when Jacky stole behind her chair, and whispered something in her ear. Anne recollected herself instantly, and, approaching Mrs. Catherine, communicated to her Jacky's intelligence. Mrs. Catherine started--rose from her seat--wavered a moment, and then restraining her emotions, sat resolutely down again. "See, Anne, there is the key of the little room. Take the dyvour there--I will come myself when I can. Tell him that--." Anne turned to obey. "And, child,--bid Euphan Morison have a good fire kindled in the red room, and tell Andrew he is to hold himself ready to wait on Mr. Archibald--and, child--be kindly to the unhappy youth. It behoves me to be stern myself, but there is no such bondage upon you." When Archibald Sutherland lifted his head it was Anne Ross who stood before him, her eyes shining wet, her face full of sympathetic sorrow. She held out her hand, and advanced towards him. "Mr. Sutherland--Archibald." "Anne!" said the broken man. They shook hands; there needed no more speech; perfect and cordial sympathy, of no exaggerated sort, but such as does sometimes, and should always subsist between those who have passed childhood and early youth together, was between them in a moment. There was no story told--no compassion claimed; but, in the pressure of Anne's hand, and the subdued kindness of her look, the full heart felt itself eased, and leaned upon the unexpressed sympathy as with the confidence of nearest kindred. There were no words; but Anne knew how Archibald's spirit was wading like the moon in clouds and darkness; and Archibald felt that Anne, in the confidence of ancient kindness, was ready to hope and believe all things for his final deliverance and welfare. "You will not go in," said Anne, gently. "There is a large party, and some strangers." "No--no," said Archibald. "I regret now that I came at all to-night. I would be a strange spectre, disturbing your merrymaking, Anne." "Merrymaking! With some of us, at least, there is not much of that," said Anne. "Lewis is home, Archibald; you must see _him_. But now will you come with me to the little room? Mrs. Catherine will come herself immediately." "To the little room?" "Yes; the house is full, and all the other apartments are occupied," said Anne; "that is all. Mrs. Catherine has been looking for you, Archibald." They left the room together, and, to the great wonder of the congregated listeners in the hall, descended the stair, and turned through a dark passage to Mrs. Catherine's place of especial retirement--the little room. Archibald entered, and Anne, leaving him, hastened to Mrs. Euphan Morison's apartment, to convey to her Mrs. Catherine's orders, in immediate execution of which a reluctant maid was hurried up stairs.