It was some time before either could give vent in words to the feelings that swelled within.  Ellen’s tears fell fast and unrestrainedly on the bosom of her aunt, who sought not to check them, for she knew how blessed they must be to one who so seldom wept; and they were blessed, for a heavy weight seemed removed from the orphan’s heart, the torturing secret was revealed; she might weep now without restraint, and never more would her conduct appear mysterious either to her aunt or uncle.  They now knew it was no caprice that bade her refuse every offer of marriage that was made her.  How that treasured secret had escaped her she knew not; she had been carried on by an impulse she could neither resist nor understand.  At the first, a sensation of shame had overpowered her, that she could thus have given words to an unrequited affection; but ere long, the gentle soothing of her aunt caused that painful feeling to pass away.  Consoling, indeed, was the voice of sympathy on a subject which to another ear had never been disclosed.  It was some little time ere she could conquer her extreme agitation, her overcharged heart released from its rigorous restraint, appeared to spurn all effort of control; but after that day no violent emotion disturbed the calm serenity that resumed its sway.  Never again was the subject alluded to in that little family circle, but the whole conduct of her aunt and uncle evinced they felt for and with their Ellen; confidence increased between them, and after the first few days, the orphan’s life was more calmly happy than it had been for many a long year.

The return of Lord St. Eval’s family to England, and their meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, was attended with some alloy.  Caroline and her parents had not met since the death of Herbert, and that affliction appeared at the first moment recalled in all its bitterness.  The presence of a comparative stranger, as was Miss Manvers, did much towards calming the excited feelings of each, and the exertions of Lord St. Eval and Ellen restored composure and cheerfulness sooner than they could have anticipated.

With Miss Manvers Mrs. Hamilton was much pleased.  Gentle and unassuming, she won her way to every heart that knew her; she was the only remaining scion of Mrs. Hamilton’s own family, and she felt pleased that by her union with Percy the families of Manvers and Hamilton would be yet more closely connected.  She had regretted much, at a former time, the extinction of the line of Delmont; for she had recalled those visions of her girlhood, when she had looked to her brother to support the ancient line, and gilding it with naval honours, bid it stand forth as it had done some centuries before.  Mrs. Hamilton had but little of what is termed family pride, but these feelings were associated with the brother whom she had so dearly loved, and whose loss she so painfully deplored.