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means of it, seized upon Zaidee. Zai- Zaidee, with a little eagerness ; " for dee Vivian! She knew nothing about I think myself it will be a long, long the Times' advertisements, or any time before I die." other way except downright finding “And so it will, please God," was out, for laying hands upon a fugitive; the response. “You wouldn't be but but she knew enough to perceive that thankful to live long, and you so probably there was not another per young? But how you're to keep the son in the country bearing her name. life in you, it's not for me to say. As she threaded her way wearily And sure I wish, Miss, dear, you through these glittering streets, in wouldn't give such heavy sighs." which she did not lose herself, thanks “ Are they all very kind people in to the quick and ready perceptions Ireland, Nurse ?" said Zaidee. which no abstraction was sufficient to Nurse's national pride was flattered. obscure, Zaidee, who left home with- “ Bless you, honey, and it's you has out weeping, had very nearly sat down discrimination! Was it kind you said? upon a step to cry over this unlooked- Oh, then, in my country, if they'd but for tribulation; but she comforted her know you were friendless, they'd clean heart by falling at last upon her eat you up with kindness. Ah, Miss, father's Christian name, and adopting darlin,' you're young, but you've come that to serve her purpose. And through trouble-I see it in your Frank Vivian, when he christened face; and them that's solitary, and his child in her Eastern birthplace, orphans, it's them that knows what had given her the favourite female kindness is." name of his family, in conjunction To this effusion of sympathy Zaidee with the Zaidee, the name of his made no response. Perfectly spontaGreek wife; so that when, with a deep neous and natural as it was, Nurse unpang, and a strong sense of shame questionably would have been pleased and guiltiness, Zaidee Vivian, her had her young companion become condark cheeks burning crimson, put fidential; but confidence was not posaway her own name and identity from sible to the solitary child who carried her, and answered to Mrs Disbrowe's her heart deep in her bosom, and inquiry that she was called Elizabeth could not expose its throbbings to a Francis, there was still a small con- chance passenger. In her own simple solation in remembering that this was soul, Zaidee had no perception of not entirely fiction, but that she had Nurse's curiosity, and her poor sad in reality a certain claim to both the aching heart returned to its world of names. But Zaidee's terror of her- musings with a deep unconscious sigh. self, in her new circumstances-her Solitary and an orphan - so far horror of being quite worthy of the Nurse was right enough; but no one unqualified condemnation of Aunt save herself knew what a wealth of Vivian, were increased tenfold by that love and kindness she had cast away act. She could not restrain her blush for ever. Few tears ever came to of guilt and self-humiliation when her dim the wistful shining of those dark new associates addressed her as Miss eyes, and nothing was farther from Francis; the remembrance came home Zaidee's thought than any self-pity to her poignant and bitter, a reflection or lamentation over the lot she had scarcely endurable. She had not ab- chosen. Her mind was absorbed in jured her friends, her home, her family quite another direction in a visionary only, but she had abjured her very earnestness of endeavour to follow the
rules of her old home, in an eager "Eat a morsel, child; sure you'll devotion to all the pursuits that had die if you keep like this," said Nurse, been followed there, and in a strange starting from a long contemplation of want of guidance and control, and Zaidee's self-occupied face. Nurse, dread of acting for herself. She had from being a little jealous at first, bad acted for herself in the one great crisis come to be very compassionate of the of her young life; that was possible, poor little governess.
but oh! the dreary necessity of being “ Do you think so, Nurse ?" said her own director now.
CHAPTER VI.-AN EXAMINATION.
“ Have you got any brothers and question chimed in with her own vein sisters?" asked Miss Minnie, ab- of thought, she answered in her simple
way; but her own mind was so much * No." It was impossible to get at work always that it had no anything but monosyllables from the leisure to attend particularly, or to lips of Miss Francis.
be wounded by the conversation of " And did you never have any others. Her abstraction lost nothing either? Well, I declare it's too bad; of what was addressed to her, but her things are so unjust,” exclaimed ingenuous spirit went straight forMinnie. “Some are only children, and ward, and was not to be diverted have all their own way; and some into byways at another's trivial pleaare third or fourth among a whole sure. At this moment her imaginalot, and never are cared for at all, tion recalled to her so vividly the except just among the rest. I should brightness of that time when she did like to be an only child—isn't it fine?' not know, that in her wistful gazing —but then, perhaps, your papa and back upon that far-off happiness, mamma are poor?"
Zaidee had no words to say to any “They are dead," said Miss Fran- one-no words to say to her own cis, but without at all raising her heart. Ah! that blessed child's igeyes.
norance, which was gone for ever“Yes, mamma told us that,” said that unconsciousness of individual the promising Minnie; “but I wanted fate in which the youngest of the fato know if it was true. Why are mily rested secure, thinking of "We" you not in mourning, then ?"
only, never of “I”-now, alas! the Zaidee had no answer to make- family and all its fortunes were lost she sat immovable, chilled, and si- and far away, and this dreary I alone lent, and could not have spoken had remained to Zaidee, the sole thing of Minnie Disbrowe's displeasure cost which she could not disencumber herher life.
self. Friends and love, home and " Are you vexed ?" said Minnie. name, gone from her, you may fancy " Oh, I assure you we shan't be how her wistful eyes looked back to friends if you get vexed so soon: you the time when she did not know. should see how I tease Charlotte, but “I suppose your aunt was very she doesn't care. I say, are yon glad cruel to you," burst forth Minnie once to be in London ?”
again. Well, I am sure I don't “Yes," said Zaidee, with a sigh of think mammas and aunts are so difthankfulness.
ferent. Aunt Westland is a great “I wish you would say something deal kinder than mamma is often. I else than No and Yes," said her in- am always glad when I have to go terrogator. “Did you live in the there. Was your aunt angry because country before you came here, and she had to keep you always-had you had you to work then, and did you a lot of cousins? I do so want to ever teach little children? I wish you hear what made you think of coming would speak like other people. I away." want to know all about you,—what "I had to come away-I came of did you use to do?"
my own will," said Zaidee, quietly. With a blush of self-humiliation “I thought of it because I wished to Zaidee answered in perfect simple sin- come." cerity, “I was only idle. I never “Well, how strangel they might cared for doing anything; but that have found something for you to do was because I did not know.”
at home," proceeded Minnie; “but I “ What did you not know?" daresay it must have been hard stay
She made no answer. All this in- ing with your aunt, or you never terrogation, which might have been could have come here. Mamma is to very painful to another, was harmless try you, you know, though you are to Zaidee. Now and then, when a so young; but I shouldn't like to
have all those children to mind. Did class who, as she herself said, have you go to school at home?"
always a hurry at the end. The end Zaidee could by no means keep up approached so very closely now that this conversation-once more she an several last necessities had to be swered “No."
finished at railway speed; and woe "You couldn't afford to have a was on the poor dressmaker, whom governess at home, could you ?" Miss Disbrowe pinned to that vacant cried Minnie, opening her eyes. “You chair, before which flowed the halfmust have learned something, or you made breadths of her muslin dressingcould not teach the little ones. What gown. This unfortunate person had lessons did you learn?”
happily been compelled to go out for “I only can read," said Zaidee, some indispensable piece of trimming simply; " and I never learned that, I which nobody else could match, and think. I can write, too, but not very Minnie Disbrowe and her unemployed well; and I wrote my copies by my. young governess were seated now as self before I came here."
Rosie and Lettie were seated in the “ And you never learned to play?” nursery yesterday, hemming, to the said Miss Minnie, “nor to sing, nor to great disgust of the former, the frills of draw, nor to speak French, nor any. this gown. When their conversation thing? Upon my word! and you reached to this point, Charlotte herself think you can be a governess ? ”. entered hastily. “The great wind of
"Yes; I only can read, and write her going " fluttered these heaps of a little," said Zaidee with simplicity. muslin like a gale. Herlong full sweepShe was not at all wounded nor angry; ing dress and careless movements this was the truth-she had no ac- made the greatest commotion in the complishments; and though she might quietness of this apartment. Charsigh for the fact, a fact it was, and lotte was in a hurry, and her amiable she never dreamt of disputing it. young sister looked on with great
"I never cared to learn anything," satisfaction while first one piece of said Zaidee after a pause, a little finery and then another, swept down wistful craving of sympathy impelling by her hasty motions, fell upon the her to this volunteered confession. floor. "I never thought of anything when I “I'll tell mamma of you, Minnie. was a girl. A lady told me I ought Do you hear, Miss Francis?” cried to learn, and I intended to try; but the exasperated bride; “I won't have then I found immediately that I must you two gossiping and looking on come away."
while I am in such a hurry. I want “And why had you to come away?" that piece of white ribbon, and I Minnie Disbrowe's curiosity was ex want my glove-box. How am I to treme.
look through all these drawers, do “Nurse is an Irishwoman, too," you think, and Edward waiting for said Zaidee. “I think they must me down stairs? Minnie, do come and have kind hearts."
help me; and for goodness' sake, Miss "Who must have kind hearts?" Francis, don't stare at one, but get up This sort of observation, striking away and look for my ribbon! Where can at a tangent from the main subject these gloves be? I am sure all these of conversation, puzzled the shrewd things lying about is enough to put Minnie more and more.
any one out of patience-people are They were seated in Charlotte's so untidy-can you not clear them room, which was a back room, and the away?" second best in the house, but, notwith- " It is not my business, and I am standing, a somewhat dingy apart- sure it is not Miss Francis's," said ment, with hangings not quite so snowy Minnie, making common cause with white as they might have been, and her companion. “Miss Francis came a sad confusion of "things" spread to teach the children, and not to work about on the bed, the table, and chairs. at your marriage things." One or two drawers half open, and a “The children have holiday till heap of work upon the table, showed after Tuesday," said Charlotte, findat once haste and carelessness; foring it better policy to be good-huCharlotte was one of the numerous moured. “Do help me—there's a
good girl-I am in such a hurry; Edward only laughs, and swings in one can't always help one's temper. his hand the little parasol,- he is not You won't mind what I say, Miss much disturbed by what he has to Francis; and do look for my wbite look for; for Edward is a good felribbon."
low, and honestly likes his bride, Mr Edward Lancaster down stairs faults and all. stands in the middle of the drawing. The drawers are all tumbled out, room swinging about the parasol of it is true, and the poor dressmaker his bride, and marvelling why Char- finds a sad maze among her materials lotte does not come. " Charlotte when she returns, but gloves and ribalways has to be waited for," says bons are happily found at last. CharLeo, shrugging bis shoulders. “ See lotte sweeps forth again, carrying in what you have to look for, Lancaster.” her train the talkative Minnie, and
"She has such a multitude of things solitary Zaidee once more sits at work to do, poor child," apologises mamma. alone.
Zaidee Vivian-sitting solitary in land, lies under the eyes of Zaidee. this back room, with its one dim win. She is present in the Grange in her dow looking out upon the expanse of heart, and wots not of Bedford Place; other back windows, a dreary array and the bride is not Charlotte Disof backs of houses, and long parallels browe, but Elizabeth Vivian; the of brick walls enclosing strips of soil, companion is her loving cousin Sophy, miscalled gardens—works at the frills and not this presumptuous child; of Miss Disbrowe's morning-dress, and and as she lifts her eyes upon the is very glad to be alone. There is not scene about her, she thinks of Aunt much noise at any time in Bedford Vivian's dressing-room, where there Place : it lies intrenched and safe in is a costly litter of lace and fine linen the heart of a great congregation of belonging to another bridal; and then squares, and flanked by many similar of her own little chamber, as she saw streets and places of gentility, calm it last in the doubtful chilly grey of and grim and highly respectable, so the morning, with the red cross that the sounds which find their way solemnly hovering in the dim light, up here to the back bed-room, on the and the white dress spread upon the second floor, are faint and far-away bed. Not for nothing has this red echoes of the cries of merchandise, cross signed the brow of Zaidee mornmixed with, now and then, the groan ing and evening as she knelt at her of a passing organ, or whoop of pass. prayers, but she has never learned to ing schoolboy-distant sounds, repre- make it emblematical. The sign of senting almost as little the genuine redemption, the type of those deepest roar of London, as did the rural depths of love and self-sacrifice which noises of the Cheshire countryside. we cannot fathom or reach unto-to Charlotte Disbrowe's pretty things lie Zaidee Vivian it is but the cross in heaped around on every available her chamber window, a mystic influmorsel of space, and the long stripence of wbich she cannot explain the of pink muslin passes slowly over import or the power. Zaidee's forefinger. There is a dreary Is Elizabeth married by this time?hush and lull in her solitude; the pre- had they a very great party at Philip's sent does not press on her, but glides birthday, as Sophy wished ?-would over her like the muslin over her Mr Powis be there to please Mar. hand. Zaidee thinks of her home. garet, and Aunt Blundell to please no
No, this is not thinking; she sees one?-had Percy come to London yet? her home under its stormy firmament -all these questions floated vaguely of cloud and wind; she sees the sun through her mind. The humblest set blazing with a wondrous glory morsel of intelligence, how gladly this over the low dusky line of yonder sea poor child would have received it, and No parallelograms of genteel houses, how.she longed and hungered to know but a flat breadth of Cheshire pasture. something of them all. And what if Percy had come to London?-what if friends, and comfort. Her heart ex. he should meet with her in this very panded with a wistful sympathy. street at Mrs Disbrowe's door? Simple Zaidee knew nothing of guilt Zaidee, who just now was pining for or disgrace involved in these unknown a word or a look from home, shrank stories—she only fancied that they with terror at the idea, and had al- might be like her own. most vowed never to cross Mrs Dis Poor soul ! " ejaculated Nurse, browe's threshold, but to keep herself “but sure it's me that has the weak hidden in the nursery, where no one eyesight. Read it your own self, surely could find her out.
Miss, and I'll take the bit of hemming, When Nurse came into Miss Char- dear: here, honey-there's all the lotte's room, with yesterday's paper news in the world in it, and it's fine in her hand. This good woman had a exercise reading. Sure and you'll let great interest in news, and loved to me hear." hear what was going on abroad and And Nurse put the paper into at home; and Nurse, moreover, had Zaidee's hand, and pointed her eagerthe utmost veneration for a news- ly to the spot she had paused at. paper, and read it all from beginning "It's a child lost, poor little soul! Let's to end whenever she could find and hear about her, Miss, for the pity. appropriate the precious broadsheet. I've cried for such many's the day." But her eyes had a great trick of Unsuspectingly Zaidee looked on failing her when there were big words the paper ; in a moment her cheeks and “small print” in question; and flushed with their dark rich colour, glad to employ another pair than ber her eyes filled with tears, her voice own, it was the wily custom of Nurse was choked. It was not the careful to propitiate any “good reader” who description of Zaidee Vivian, the refell in her way, by reading aloud to ward offered for intelligence of her, them, in the first place, after her that smote first upon her heart,-it fashion, the first paragraphs which was words addressed to herself. This caught her eye in the newspaper. great public paper, brimful of the daily This required to be cautiously con- doings of the great world, conveyed trived when Minnie Disbrowe was the a cry of love and tenderness to her, subject of the maneuvre; but there earnest, pathetic, anxious. As she was less care needed with the unac- read it, her head grew dizzy. She customed governess.
seemed to see a little crowd before "They're all in the garden, Miss, her,-Aunt Vivian,with Sopby's pretty dear,” said Nurse, “every soul of face full of tears, appearing over her them, but Master Tommy, and he's shoulder, and Margaret and Elizabeth with his mamma. Sure it's little quiet at their mother's side. “ Zaidee, comes to my share-and I like a look child !-dear Zay! come home to us at the newspapers when I can. You're again," said the paper; "we would lonesome by yourself, -easy, honey, lose a hundred estates rather than sure I'll read the paper to you." you. Zaidee-Zaidee, come home !"
Whereupon Nurse began at the It was as much as she could do beginning—the proper place, and, as to restrain the great cry which burst it happened, read aloud, with many to her lips. It seemed to her an agblanders and elaborate spellings, some gravation of all her previous sin of those suggestive advertisements against them that there she sat fixed which sometimes throw shadows of and silent, and dared not answer. A family tragedy over the world of host of burning words rushed to her lighter matters which fill the columns tongue. She involuntarily raised her of the great daily journal-appeals to arms; but Zaidee must not throw some beloved fugitive, entreaties for herself upon the ground, and cry aloud return, and assurances that all was for blessings on them-must not say forgiven. Zaidee listened with a si- their names, or weep, or do anything lent wonder ; these advertisements to betray the passionate emotion were like glimpses of other worlds which seized her at sight of these revolving in a similar orbit to her words. But though she could reown. Other people there were, then, strain herself from either words or compelled to flee from home, and tears, she could not control the chok