Edward had scarcely, however, finished his tale, before the sound of many and eager voices, the joyous laugh, and other signs of youthful hilarity, announced the return of the party from their excursion.  Nor was it long before Emmeline’s voice, as usual, sounded in loud laughing accents for her mother, without whose sympathy no pleasure was complete.

“Do not disturb yourselves yet, my dear children,” Mrs. Hamilton said, as she rose, knowing well how many, many things the long-separated orphans must have mutually to tell, and penetrating with that ready sympathy—­the offspring of true kindness—­their wish for a short time to remain alone together.  “You shall not be summoned to join us till tea is quite ready, and if you wish it, Edward,” she added, with a smile, “you shall have the pleasure of startling your uncle and cousins as agreeably as you did us.  I will control my desire to proclaim the happy tidings of your safe return.”

She left the brother and sister together, sending Robert with, a lamp, that they might have the gratification of seeing each other, which the increasing darkness had as yet entirely prevented; and a gratification to both it was indeed.  Edward had left his sister comparatively well, but with the traces of her severe illness still remaining vividly impressed upon her features; but now he saw her radiant in health, in happiness, and beauty so brilliant, he could hardly recognise that fair and graceful girl for the ailing, drooping child she had once been.  Nor or was the contrast less striking between the Ellen of the present meeting and the Ellen of the last; then wretchedness, misery, inward fever, consumed her outward frame, and left its scorching brand upon her brow.  Remorseful anguish had bowed her down; and now he had returned when her heart was free and light as the mountain breeze, her self-inspired penance was completed; and nothing now existed to make her shrink from the delight of devoting hours to her brother.

“Tell James to go over to the Rectory, with my compliments to Mr. Howard, and if he be not particularly engaged, I beg he will join us this evening,” said Mrs. Hamilton, a short time after she had left the library, addressing Martyn, then crossing the hall.

“Have you any particular wish for our worthy rector this evening, Emmeline?” demanded Mr. Hamilton, gazing, as he spoke, with admiration and surprise on the countenance of his wife, whose expressive features vainly strove to conceal internal happiness.

“A most earnest desire,” she replied, smiling somewhat archly.

“Indeed, I am curious”—­

“I am sorry, dear Arthur, for I am no advocate for curiosity, and cannot indulge it.”

“Ah, papa, there is a gentle hint for you, and a broader one for me,” exclaimed Emmeline, laughing; while conjectures as to what Mrs. Hamilton’s business with the rector could possibly be, employed the time merrily till the whole party were assembled.