"Well, my dear son, are you pleased with our quarters? But, Gilbert, you do not look well; what is the matter?" "Nothing; I had a tussle with a Somersetshire miner last evening, and feel as if I had got the worst of it to-day. What a lovely view you have from the window!" The young lady who had spoken to him on the balcony now stepped into the room. "Well, Gilbert, Aunt Annabella and I had quite given you up. My dear cousin, you look very lugubrious." "Do I?" Gilbert replied. "A head-ache is a lugubrious thing; and how are you, Gratian?" "Pretty well. I have been rather out of sorts; but I shall soon recover, now you are come." "That is a very pretty speech, Gratian, only I can't quite believe it." "Well, I am going to take a walk abroad now, and leave you and your mother to have a chat together, all about Fairy Acre, or Fair Acre; which is it? I am very stupid; pray forgive me. Any commissions in the Mall or Regent Street, Aunt Bella?" Mrs. Arundel, who had been getting her son some refreshment from one of the deep cupboards by the fire place, and was anxious to administer a glass of wine, now turned towards her niece. "No. Are you going alone, Gratian?" "Yes, I am starting alone; I don't mean to fall over the rocks. Good-bye." Gratian Anson was long past her _premiere jeunesse_, and had never been actually pretty; but she was one of those women who exercise an extraordinary fascination apparently without any effort, and have their prey in their net, before there is any suspicion that the net is spread. Gratian dressed fashionably, and one of her perfections was a tall and well-proportioned figure. We might not, now-a-days, think it was set off by her short and full-flounced muslin gown, made with a short waist, the body cut low, while over it she wore an enormous pelerine of muslin, edged with lace, which was crossed ever her breast and fastened with a curious antique brooch. Even Gratian's tall figure could scarcely bear gracefully the width which fashion had decreed; and all was surmounted by a hat with a sugar-loaf crown, and a deep brim caught up on the left side by a large red rosette. As she drew on her long, loose gloves, she surveyed her cousin with an appraising, searching glance. Her eyes were at all times too keen, and her wide mouth displayed a row of white teeth more fully than was quite agreeable. "Ah!" she said, tapping Gilbert's shoulder; "ah! he is in love. I have no doubt of it! _Adieu; au revoir, cher cousin!_" "The same as ever!" Gilbert said. "Thank you, dear mother," he said, rising with his accustomed courtesy to take the glass of wine from her hand. "Thanks. I confess I am rather knocked up; and if I had known Sion Hill was so far from the Bristol coach office I should have come up in a hackney, I think, instead of sending my luggage by the carrier. But how beautiful this is!" he said, stepping on the balcony and looking out upon the scene before him.