“Did she say so?--and what more?” said Rachel, smiling faintly. “I want to hear now, though I did not when I heard your voices first.” “She said you were a connection of the family,” said Agnes. The blood rushed again to the young stranger’s brow. “Ah! I understand,” she said; “she implied--yes. I know how she would do. And you will still be friends with _me_?” At that moment it suddenly flashed upon the recollection of both the girls that Mamma had disapproved of this prospective acquaintance. They both blushed with instant consciousness, and neither of them spoke. In an instant Rachel became frozen into a haughtiness far exceeding anything within the power of Mrs Edgerley. Little and slight as she was, her girlish frame rose to the dignity of a young queen. Before Agnes could say a word, she had left them with a slight and lofty bow. Without haste, but with singular rapidity, she crossed the dewy lawn, and went into the house, acknowledging, with a stately inclination of her head, some one who passed her. The girls were so entirely absorbed, watching her progress, that they did not perceive who this other person was. CHAPTER II. AN EMBARRASSING COMPANION. “Strange creature!” said Sir Langham Portland, who had joined the girls almost before they were aware; “Odd girl! If Lucifer had a sister, I should know where to find her; but a perfect siren so far as music is concerned. Did you hear her sing last night--that thing of Beethoven’s--what is the name of it? Do you like Beethoven, though? _She_, I suppose, worships him.” “We know very little about music,” said Marian. She thought it proper to make known the fact, but blushed in spite of herself, and was much ashamed of her own ignorance. Marian was quite distressed and impatient to find herself so much behind every one else. “Oh!” said Sir Langham--which meant that the handsome guardsman was a good deal flattered by the blush, and did not care at all for the want of information--in fact, he was cogitating within himself, being no great master of the art of conversation, what to speak of next. “I am afraid Miss--Rachel was not pleased,” said Agnes; “we disturbed her here. I am afraid she will think we were rude.” “Eh!” said Sir Langham, with a look of astonishment. “Oh, don’t trouble yourself--she’s accustomed to that. Pretty place this. Suppose a fellow on the island over there, what a capital sketch he could make;--with two figures instead of three, the effect would be perfect!” “We were two figures before you came,” said Marian, turning half away, and with a smile. “Ah! quite a different suggestion,” said Sir Langham. “Your two figures were all white and angelical--maiden meditation--mine would be--Elysium. Happy sketcher! happier hero!--and you could not suppose a more appropriate scene.”