This time, however, her interference was not necessary, for early next morning a carriage drew up in front of the Indian Nest.  From it sprang Lida Gibson, who had recently returned from New York.  She was full of talk, and within an hour after her arrival the story of Fanny’s engagement with Frank Cameron had been repeated in Dr. Lacey’s hearing at least three times.

“It must be true,” said Lida, “for every one said so, and their actions proclaimed it, if nothing more; besides, Mr. Cameron’s sister, Gertrude herself, told me it was so.”

“I am not surprised,” said Julia and her uncle both.

For Julia’s opinion Dr. Lacey possibly might not have cared, but when Mr. Middleton too added his testimony, the matter was settled.  The letter was not sent.

During the day Lida wondered much why Dr. Lacey stayed so closely in his room.  “I should think he would roast in there,” said she.  “I do wonder what he is about?”

“I fancy,” answered Florence, “that he still loves Fanny, and now that she is engaged he is staying alone until he gets his rebellious heart tied up.”

When Lida afterward learned the truth, she expressed a wish that her tongue might have been cut out ere she had been the bearer of news which caused so much trouble.

While Dr. Lacey was securely bolted in his room, nerving himself to bear this fresh disappointment and striving to drive each thought of Fanny from him, Julia too was alone and busily engaged.  What pains she took to rub and soil those tiny sheets of paper, until they assumed a worn and crumpled look!  Then dipping her finger in the silver goblet at her side, what perfect tear blots she made, and how she exulted over the probable success of her morning’s work!  When it was finished she placed it in her portfolio, and waited for a favorable opportunity.

It came not that day, however, for save at meal time Dr. Lacey made not his appearance.  To Mr. Middleton’s inquiries concerning the reason of his seclusion, he replied, “that he was busy with important matters”; but his abstracted manner led Mr. Middleton to believe what he had long suspected, viz., that Dr. Lacey’s heart was wholly centered upon Fanny, and that the news of her coming marriage was the cause of his unhappiness.

Next morning’s sun rose clear and bright, but it brought a day which Dr. Lacey long, long remembered, and which Julia, in the bitterness of her heart, cursed many and many a time.  In the early part of the morning Dr. Lacey wandered down to a small arbor, which stood at the foot of the garden.  He had not been there long before Julia, too, came tripping down the walk, with her portfolio and drawing pencil.  So absorbed was she in her own thoughts that she of course did not see Dr. Lacey until she had entered the arbor; then, with a most becoming blush and start, she said, “Pray pardon me for disturbing you.  I had no idea you were here.”