the winter was past, and it was now june--bright, sunny june--and elm grove was decked in its richest hues. down from the house sloped a beautiful lawn, studded with shrubs, and adorned with flower-beds of different sizes and shapes; while in the centre there was a pond and fountain, with a weeping willow shading the sunny side, which gave an appearance of coolness quite refreshing. beyond was the shrubbery and fruit garden; and to the left the meadow, bounded by a coppice.

the house was of the gothic order: on the right side of it was a beautiful conservatory, filled with the choicest plants; on the left a colonnade and terrace, shaded by a group of acacia trees. in front a piazza and large portico, around which honeysuckle, clematis and roses, shed their sweet perfume. the grounds were tastefully laid out, with due regard to shade; and a grove of elm trees completely hid the house from the avenue: so that in approaching it from the main road, the house seemed still in the distance--even out of sight--until, on taking a half turn round a thick clump of elms, one would unexpectedly come out right in front of the house, almost at the door. it was, as emily had said, a delightful place.

the children had greatly improved under isabel's care. emily was quite like a sister, and even miss arlington treated her as an equal. isabel knew that governesses were not usually so fortunate as to meet with such nice people, and appreciated their kindness accordingly. the walks, too, that she had so much dreaded, had become a pleasure,--not a disagreeable duty. emily usually joined them, and not unfrequently everard also. he performed almost impossibilities to get isabel wild-flowers, of which, rose had informed him, she was exceedingly fond. these, to his great annoyance, were always carefully deposited in a glass on the dining-room table; for isabel had remarked in his manner toward her more than mere politeness, and endeavored as much as possible to check his growing attentions. but all his acts of kindness were done with so much tact and consideration, as to leave her no alternative, and oblige her to receive them. neither was there anything in his behaviour or conversation that she could complain of, or that others would remark. all this made it very difficult for her to know how to act, as she did not wish to hurt his feelings by unnecessary particularity, or by the assumption of unusual formality lead him to suspect the true cause; and thus perhaps lay herself open to the possibility of being supposed to have imagined him to be in love with her, without due cause. isabel knew that she was not deceived; she knew also that she must be very careful to conceal that she was so well aware of the state of his feelings towards her.

"the morningtons are coming to stay at ashton park: are you not glad, emmy?" said everard, as he joined isabel, emily, and the children, in their ramble, one bright day in the midsummer holidays. "glad, i should think so!" returned emily; "but when do they come?"

"very soon, i believe; and i expect we shall have jolly times. harry's so full of life, and that merry little lucy is the spirit of fun. may will be here shortly. and the harringtons have friends with them, so we shall be able to get up some nice picnics."

"but is not ada coming?" asked emily.

"why, of course she is," returned everard; "but if you have not heard the 'latest,' i shall not enlighten you sister mine."

"o everard! i'm all curiosity," cried emily, opening her blue eyes very wide.

"you mean that ada is engaged to mr. ashton," said isabel.

"yes; but how on earth did you know it?" he returned.

"do you know the morningtons?" asked emily. "have you known them long?"

"longer than you have, i fancy," replied isabel. "i have known them as long as i can remember. ada and i had the same room at school. she is my dearest and most intimate friend."

"i suppose you know harry and the rest very well?"

"o yes, we were quite like brothers and sisters,"

"when are they expected?" asked emily.

"they may be there already, for all i know. it was last sunday sir john told papa they were coming."

at this moment charles ashton, with ada and lucy mornington, emerged from a bridle path through the woods that separated elm grove from ashton park. greetings were warmly exchanged, and then amid a cross-fire of questions and small talk, they proceeded to the house, where they found mrs. mornington and lady ashton. the latter insisted upon the young ladies and everard returning with them to spend a few days at the park.

isabel declined to accompany them. at which, lucy fairly shed tears, and every one seemed so much annoyed, that she finally consented.

her position of friend and governess combined, when alone, was pleasant enough; but with strangers, of course, she was still only mrs. arlington's governess, and was treated accordingly. that is, when it was known; as people at first did not usually suppose that the beautiful and attractive miss leicester was only the governess. and isabel was sometimes amused, as well as annoyed, to find people who had been very friendly, cool off perceptibly. this she attributed to the circumstance that she was 'only the governess.' lady ashton, especially, had been very anxious to be introduced to that "charming miss leicester;" and isabel had afterwards heard her saying to a friend: "well! you surprise me! so she is 'only the governess,' and yet has the air of a princess. i'm sure i thought she was 'somebody.' but then, you know, there are persons who don't seem to know their proper place." all this had made isabel cold and reserved in company; for her high spirit could ill brook the slights and patronising airs of those who in other days would have been glad of her acquaintance.

thus isabel was deemed haughty and cold; few, if any, perceiving that this cold reserve was assumed to hide how deeply these things wounded her too sensitive feelings. so it was with more pain than pleasure that she made one of the party to ashton park, having a presentiment that vexation and annoyance would be the result; as she was quite sure that it was only to please ada, that lady ashton had included her in the invitation.

nor did it tend to disperse these gloomy apprehensions, when isabel found that the room assigned her was at the extreme end of the corridor, scantily, even meanly furnished, and had apparently been long unoccupied, as, although it was now june, there was something damp, chilly, and uncomfortable about it. during the whole of this visit, she was destined to suffer from annoyances of one kind or another. if there was a spooney, or country cousin, among the guests, lady ashton would be sure to bring him to miss leicester, and whisper her to amuse him if possible, and she would greatly oblige. so that isabel scarcely ever enjoyed herself. or just as some expedition was being arranged, lady ashton would, by employing isabel about her flowers, or some other trivial thing, contrive to keep her from making one of the party. isabel, though intensely disgusted, was too proud to remonstrate. and even when charles, once or twice, interfered to prevent her being kept at home, she felt almost inclined to refuse, so annoyed and angry did lady ashton appear.

true, she might have had some enjoyment from the society of harry and everard. but so surely as lady ashton observed either of them in conversation with her, she invariably wanted to introduce them to some 'charming young ladies.' and she took good care that isabel should not join any of the riding parties. once arthur barrington had particularly requested her to do so, and even offered his own horse (as lady ashton had assured them that every horse that could carry a lady had already been appropriated), but his aunt interposed: "o my dear arthur, if you would only be so good as to lend it to poor little mary cleavers! of course i would not have ventured to suggest your giving up your horse; but as you are willing to do so, i must put in a claim for poor little mary, who is almost breaking her heart at the idea of staying at home. and miss leicester is so good-natured, that i am sure she will not object."

"excuse me, aunt, but"--began arthur.

"here! mary, dear," cried lady ashton; and before arthur could finish the sentence, his aunt had informed mary that he had kindly promised his horse. mary turned, and overwhelmed the astonished arthur with her profuse thanks.

"confound it," muttered arthur (who was too much a gentleman to contradict his aunt and make a scene); then bowing politely to miss cleaver, he turned to isabel, saying, "will you come for a row on the lake, miss leicester, as our riding to-day is now out of the question, as my aunt has monopolized 'archer' so unceremoniously. i feel assured that miss lucy will join us, as she is not one of the riding party."

isabel assented, and arthur went in search of lucy.

lady ashton followed him, and remonstrated: "you know you were to be one of the riding party, arthur."

"impossible, my dear aunt. after what has passed, i can't do less than devote my time this morning to the service of miss leicester."

"nonsense; she is 'only a governess.'"

"so much the more would she feel any slight."

"you talk absurdly," she returned with a sneer. "you can't take her alone, arthur. i will not allow it."

"my dear aunt, i am much too prudent for that. lucy mornington goes with us."

"but who will ride with mary?"

"oh, you must get her a cavalier, as you did a horse, i suppose," he returned carelessly. at all events, i am not at her service, even though no other be found;" and he passed on toward lucy, regardless of his aunt's displeasure. and he carried the day in spite of her, for she put in practice several little schemes to prevent isabel going. but lady ashton was defeated; and isabel remembered this morning as the only really pleasant time during her stay at the park.

lady ashton was greatly perplexed as to how to procure a beau for mary, and, as a last resource, pressed sir john into service; but as he was a very quiet, stately old gentleman, the ride, to poor mary's great chagrin, was a very formal affair.

on the last evening of her stay at ashton park, isabel was admiring the beautiful sunset from her window, and as she stood lost in reverie, someone entered hastily and fastened the door. turning to see who the intruder might be, she beheld a very beautiful girl, apparently about fourteen years of age, her large eyes flashing with anger, while her short, quick breathing, told of excitement and disquietude. "i have had such a dance to get here without observation," she panted forth. "please let me stay a little while." and before isabel could recover from her momentary surprise, louisa had thrown herself into her arms, exclaiming, "i knew that you were kind and good, or i would not have come, and i felt sure that you would pity me." all anger was now gone from the eager, earnest face, raised imploringly, and isabel's sympathy was aroused by the weary, sad expression of her countenance.

"who are you; what makes you unhappy; and why do you seek my sympathy?" asked isabel.

"i am lady ashton's grand-daughter, louisa aubray," she replied. "you don't know what a life i lead, boxed up with old grumps, and strictly forbidden all other parts of the house. i have been here two years, and during all that time i have not had any pleasure or liberty, except once or twice when i took french leave, when i was sure of not being found out. ah, you don't know how miserable i am! no one cares for poor louisa;" and burying her face in her hands, she cried bitterly. "i sometimes watch the company going to dinner, and that was how i came to see you; and i liked you the best of them all, and i wished so much to speak to you. so i managed to find out which was your room; but it was only to-day that i could get here, unknown to miss crosse. won't you please tell me which of those young ladies uncle charles is going to marry. i want so much to know; because uncle charles is nice, and i like him. he is the only one here that ever was the least bit kind to me. as for grandpapa and grandmamma, i know they hate me; and eliza says, that the reason grandpapa can't bear the sight of me, is because i am like papa. oh, i know that dear mamma would not have been so glad when they promised to take care of me, if she had known how unkind they would be."

"but how can i help you, dear?" inquired isabel.

"why, i thought if i told you, you would be sorry for me, and persuade grandmamma to send me to school; for then, at least, i should have someone to speak to. i don't mind study,--only old miss crosse is so unkind. i think perhaps she might, if you were to coax her very much--do please," said louisa, warmly.

isabel smiled at the idea that she should be thought to have any influence with lady ashton. "you err greatly, dear child, in thinking that i have any power to help you. i can only advise you to try and bear your present trials, and wait patiently for better times," she said.

"ah, it's all very well for you to tell me this. you have all you can wish, and everything nice, so it is easy to give advice; but you wouldn't like it, i can tell you."

"i don't expect you to like it, louisa. i only want you to make the best of what can't be helped."

"oh, but it might be helped, if you would only try," urged louisa.

"it is getting late," returned isabel, "and i must now dress for dinner; but if you like you may remain here while i do so, and i will tell you about a young lady that i know, and then perhaps you will not be so annoyed with me for giving you the advice i have."

"thanks," returned louisa, "i should like it very much."

"this young lady's parents were very rich, and indulged her in every way. her mother died when she was only eight years old. her father had her taught every accomplishment, and instructed in almost every branch of learning. and she lived in a beautiful house, surrounded by every luxury, until the age of nineteen, when her father died; and as he lost all his property shortly before, she was forced to gain her living as a governess. think what she must have suffered, who never in her life had had a harsh or unkind word, and scarcely ever had a wish ungratified; but had been spoilt and petted at home, and courted and flattered abroad. think what it must have been to go alone and friendless among strangers; to earn, by the irksome task of teaching, no more a year than she had been accustomed to receive in a birthday present or xmas gift. she was fortunate enough to meet with very kind people, who made her as comfortable as it was possible for her to be under the circumstances. but still she found her position a very trying one, and was often placed in very unpleasant circumstances, and sometimes met with great mortifications. and that young lady, louisa,--is myself."

"oh! i'm sorry, so sorry," exclaimed louisa. "and i thought you so happy, and so much to be envied. and i'm sorry also for what i said about it being so easy to give advice. but why don't you marry some rich gentleman? and then, you know, you needn't be a governess any more. i would."

"i didn't say that i was unhappy, louisa, and i try not to let these things trouble me so much, for i know it is wrong to care so much about them, but i can't help it. i have not told you this to excite your pity; but that you may know that others have their daily trials as well as yourself. do not think, dear child, that i do not compassionate your sad lot; only try to remember the comforts which you do enjoy, notwithstanding the ills you are called upon to endure. think how much worse your fate might have been, if your grandparents had refused to provide for you; and be sure if you have patience, and do what is right, in due time you will have your reward."

louisa was now weeping violently. "ah, you don't, you can't know, what it is to live as i do. and i felt so sure that--you--could help me; but you can't, i know now, for grandmamma wouldn't listen to 'a governess.' she is so bitter against anyone that teaches, because of papa. but i can't, and won't, stand this miserable life much longer--i will not!" she continued passionately, as with compressed lips and clenched hands she started to her feet, while the angry flashing eyes and determined countenance told of strong will and firm resolution. "if i was a boy," she said, "i would run away and go to sea; but i am only a girl, and there is so little that a girl can do. but i will find some way to escape before long, if things continue like this--that i will!" and she stamped her foot impatiently upon the ground. isabel could scarcely believe that the passionate girl before her was indeed the same child who had sat at her side so meekly not a moment before. she no longer paid any attention to louisa's complaints. her thoughts were far away with the only one in whom she had ever seen this sudden transition from persuasive gentleness to stormy anger; for the proud, passionate girl brought him vividly to her mind, though the wide ocean rolled between them. she saw again the proud curling lip, and the dark expressive eyes, which one moment would beam on her in love, and the next flash with angry light and stern displeasure; the haughty mien and proud defiance, blended with a strange fascinating gentleness, that had won her heart. the time was present to her imagination, when with passionate entreaty he had urged upon her the necessity for a secret marriage, and in fondest accents implored her not to refuse, as he was positive that her father would never consent to their union; and his fearful burst of passion when she most entirely, though tearfully, refused to accede to his request. even now she trembled as she recalled the angry terms in which he reproached her, and the indignant manner in which he had expressed his conviction that she did not love him; and that all henceforth was at an end between them. how he left her in great wrath; but soon after returned, and in the most humble manner deplored his cruelty and hateful temper, and in gentlest strains implored her forgiveness. but her musings were rather abruptly terminated by louisa exclaiming: "oh! tell me what is the matter. your hand is quite cold, and you are trembling all over. what have i done? what shall i do?" she continued, wringing her hands in despair.

"i cannot talk to you any more now, louisa dear," replied isabel, "but i will tell ada about you, and perhaps she may be able to help you; but you really must not get into such dreadful passions. i can't have you stay any longer, as i wish to be alone."

"but why do you tremble and look so pale?" asked louisa, mournfully. "is it so dreadful to be a governess?"

"i was not thinking of that dear," answered isabel, kissing her "good-night. mind you try to be a good girl."

so louisa was dismissed, fully persuaded in her own mind that she had nearly frightened isabel to death by her passionate behaviour.

after waiting a moderate time to recover herself, isabel joined the others in the drawing-room. fortunately, they went to dinner almost immediately, as she felt anything but inclined to make herself agreeable; and as lady ashton, as usual, was kind enough to furnish her with a companion who appeared to be a quiet, inoffensive individual, she treated him with polite indifference. she was deceived, however, in her opinion regarding mr. lascelles. the man was an 'ass,' and a 'magpie,' and appeared to like nothing better than to hear his own voice. however, this suited isabel tolerably on this occasion, as an 'indeed,' or 'really,' was all that was needed by way of reply; and he was forced sometimes to stop to enable him to eat, and this kept him from being oppressive. but as he found her so good a listener, there was no getting rid of him; for when the gentlemen joined the ladies in the drawing-room, he devoted himself entirely to miss leicester--to lucy's intense amusement. at last ada grew compassionate, and got charles to ask isabel to sing, and to introduce mr. lascelles to miss cleaver. it was a tedious evening, and isabel was heartily glad that they were to return to elm grove. life there was at all events endurable, which the life she had spent for the last week was certainly not. she was sick and tired of hearing the oft-repeated question and answer, "who is that young lady?"--"oh, the governess at elm grove;" and most emphatically determined that she would never stay at the park again, let who might be offended.

neither could she help drawing comparisons between this and her former life, nor deny that she felt it severely. but the warm welcome she received from the children on her return to the grove, went far towards dispersing these gloomy thoughts.