'Miss Eugenia, then,' cried Miss Margland, before Camilla could reply, 'run for your cloak as soon as you have finished your breakfast.' Eugenia, hoping to aid her sister in performing a task, which she considered as a peace-offering to Indiana, said, she had already done. Camilla now lost all courage for resistance; but feeling her chagrin almost intolerable, quitted the room with her tea undrunk, and without making known if she should return or not. Eugenia followed, and Edgar, much amazed, said, he had forgotten to order his horse for his morning's ride, and hastily made off: determined to be ready to hand the sisters to the carriage, and learn whither it was to drive. Camilla, who, in flying to her room, thought of nothing less than preparing for an excursion which she now detested, was again surprised in tears by Eugenia. 'What, my dearest Camilla,' she cried, 'can thus continually affect you? you cannot be so unhappy without some cause!--why will you not trust your Eugenia?' 'I cannot talk,' she answered, ashamed to repeat reasons which she knew Eugenia held to be inadequate to her concern--'If there is no resource against this persecution--if I must render myself hateful to give them satisfaction, let us, at least, be gone immediately, and let me be spared seeing the person I so ungratefully offend.' She then hurried down stairs; but finding Edgar in waiting, still more quickly hurried back, and in an agony, for which she attempted not to account, cast herself into a chair, and told Eugenia, that if Miss Margland did not contrive to call Edgar away, the universe could not prevail with her to pass him in such defiance. 'My dear Camilla,' said Eugenia, surprized, yet compassionately, 'if this visit is become so painful to you, relinquish it at once.' 'Ah, no! for that cruel Miss Margland will then accuse me of staying away only to follow the counsel of Edgar.' She stopt; for the countenance of Eugenia said--'_And is that not your motive?_' A sudden consciousness took place of her distress; she hid her face, in the hope of concealing her emotion, and with as calm a voice as she could attain, said, the moment they could pass unobserved she would set off. Eugenia went downstairs. 'Alas! alas!' she then cried, 'into what misery has this barbarous Miss Margland thrown me! Eugenia herself seems now to suspect something wrong; and so, I suppose, will my uncle; and I can only convince them of my innocence by acting towards Edgar as a monster.--Ah! I would sooner a thousand times let them all think me guilty!' Eugenia had met Miss Margland in the hall, who, impatient for their departure, passed her, and ascended the stairs. At the sound of her footsteps, the horror of her reproaches and insinuations conquered every other feeling, and Camilla, starting up, rushed forward, and saying 'Good morning!' ran off.