"Yes, I am well and happy, dearest Bee--thanks to you and to Heaven!" said Ishmael, warmly pressing her hands again to his lips, before turning to embrace the children who were jumping around him. Then they all went into the house, where Mr. and Mrs. Middleton met him with an equally cordial welcome. "And how did you leave the family at Tanglewood? Family, said I? Ah! there is no family there now; no one left but the old judge. How is he? And when is Claudia and her lordling expected back?" inquired Mr. Middleton, when they were all seated near one of the sea-view windows. "The judge is well. Lord and Lady Vincent are with him," replied Ishmael. And then in answer to their exclamations of surprise he told all he knew of the unexpected arrival. A luncheon of fruit, cream, cake, and wine was served, and the welcome guest was pressed to partake of it. Ishmael tasted and enjoyed all except the wine--that, faithful to his vow, he avoided, and was rewarded by a sympathetic look from Bee. This was one of the bright days of Ishmael's life. Nowhere did he feel so much at home or so happy as with these kind friends. They had an early seaside dinner--fish, crabs, oysters, and water-fowl, forming a large portion of the bill of fare. Luscious, freshly gathered fruits composed the dessert. After dinner, as the evening was clear and bright, the wind fresh and the waters calm, they went for a sail down to Silver Sands, and returned by starlight. Ishmael remained all the week at the Beacon. And it was a week of rare enjoyment to him. He passed nearly all the time with Bee and her inseparable companions, the children. He helped them with the lessons in the schoolroom in the morning; he went nutting with them in the woods, or strolled with them on the beach; and he gave himself up to the task of amusing them during the hour after the lamp was lighted that they were permitted to sit up. All this was due partly to his desire to be with his betrothed, and partly to his genial love to children. About the middle of the week, as they were all seated at breakfast one morning, missives came from Tanglewood to the Beacon-- invitations to dine there the following Wednesday evening. These invitations included Mr. and Mrs. Middleton, Beatrice, and Ishmael. "You will go, of course, Worth?" said Mr. Middleton. "I am due at Brudenell Hall on Tuesday evening, and I must keep my appointment," said Ishmael. "Well, I suppose that settles it, for I never knew you to break an appointment, under any sort of temptation," said Mr. Middleton. And Bee, who well understood why, even had Ishmael's time been at his own disposal, he should not have gone to Tanglewood, silently acquiesced. On this day Ishmael sought an interview with Mr. and Mrs. Middleton, and besought them, as his present income and future prospects equally justified him in taking a wife, to fix some day, not very distant, for his marriage with Bee.