We consented you know, Charles, to let you spend next winter, and part of the spring, with your friend William; but some particular reason obliges us to change our minds, and I doubt not you will chearfully acquiesce in our determination. CHARLES. Yes, for I know you must have a sufficient reason for altering your mind. LADY GRANDISON. But perhaps the disappointment will make you very unhappy? CHARLES. You have taught me to be sincere. I acknowledge I am disappointed, and cannot in a moment forget it; I have promised myself so much pleasure, and William and I had formed so many plans: I have so long thought of visiting Holland, that I really long to see it. But do not be angry, the pleasure of obeying you and my father will outweigh every other consideration. I shall not have to part with you all, and I have often thought with pain of the time when I should leave you—when the sea would divide us. LADY GRANDISON. The sea will not divide us; but you are to leave us for some time to visit our estate in C——, and to make some necessary alterations there in your father’s name. CHARLES. I shall endeavour to do the best, and hope you will have no reason to complain of your young steward. LADY GRANDISON. I expected an answer like this; but the farm house you will inhabit, is situated almost in a desart; you will have few companions, and no amusements, except the pleasure of relieving the poor. We wish you to experience, that the consciousness of being useful is the truest pleasure; we can do without company when we have peace in our minds. I find pleasure every where, for every where I find something to do. CHARLES. Reading and music will be my chief amusements; yet I shall want you, I shall want my father and William; but I shall write to you often, and surely you will answer all my letters.—Yes, I shall be happy—send me away as soon as you please. Here I paused a little, and was thoughtful, but I do not know what I thought of, tears rushed involuntarily into my eyes—my mother observed it. LADY GRANDISON. Why, Charles, do you hide any thing from me? speak, you are sorrowful, open your heart to your mother. CHARLES. Forgive my weakness, dear Madam, I am ashamed of it. Let me soon set out for the farm, I will not shed a tear I promise you, and you shall see what chearful letters I will write. LADY GRANDISON.