show of respect.

"Good-morning, Miss Jocelyn!"

He emphasized the surname with a touch of malice. She coloured,
but replied "Good-morning" with a sweet composure. He eyed her
askance, but had no opportunity for more words, as old Hugo just
then clambered up into the dog-cart, and took the reins of the
rather skittish young mare which was harnessed to it.

"Come on, Landon!" he shouted, impatiently--"No time for
farewells!" Then, as Landon jumped up beside him, he smiled,
seeing the soft, wistful face of the girl watching him from
beneath a canopy of roses.

"Take care of the house while I'm gone!" he called to her;--
"You'll find Robin in the orchard."

He laid the lightest flick of the whip on the mare's ears, and she
trotted rapidly away.

Innocent stood a moment gazing after the retreating vehicle till
it disappeared,--then she went slowly into the house. Robin was in
the orchard, was he? Well!--he had plenty of work to do there, and
she would not disturb him. She turned away from the sunshine and
flowers and made her way upstairs to her own room. How quiet and
reposeful it looked! It was a beloved shrine, full of sweet
memories and dreams,--there would never be any room like it in the
world for her, she well knew. Listlessly she sat down at the
table, and turned over the pages of an old book she had been