there for life? Has she been in any mischief, that you look so shocked?'
Marian really could not help discovering that she was not without tenderness of feeling for Miss Morley, and did not like to proclaim, in Caroline's strong and rather satirical language, across the breakfast table, that Mrs. Lyddell had discovered by accident that she and her pupil were in the habit of amusing themselves with novels which were far better unread. After reading quickly to the end of the letter, she answered, 'O, she has been reading books with Clara that Mrs. Lyddell did not approve.'
'A triumph! a triumph!' cried Agnes. 'Now Marian will never attempt to defend Miss Morley again.'
'What, not the poor unfortunate faithful? How can you think me so base?' returned Marian. 'Besides, poor thing, she really is very kind-hearted, and has very little harm in her. I dare say it was more Clara's fault than hers,'
'Well done, Marian, striking right and left!' observed James Wortley.
'How long has Miss Morley been at Oakworthy?' asked Mrs. Wortley.
'She came about a year before we did,' replied Marian.
'Her predecessor, Miss Cameron, must have been a very different person; Caroline and Walter always speak of her with such respect.'
'Poor unfortunate!' broke out Gerald. 'Well, if it had not been for Marian's letters, I should not have hated her so much. When one was making a row, she never did anything worse than say, 'Now Sir Gerald!'' which he gave with her peculiarly unauthoritative, piteous, imploring drawl.
'There was something in that title of 'poor unfortunate,' peculiarly appropriate,' said Marian, laughing, 'as I am afraid that it is now, poor thing. She is to leave Oakworthy immediately, and I do not know that she has any relation but an old aunt.'
Mr. and Mrs. Wortley agreed with Marian that it was a melancholy case, but the others were too triumphant to be compassionate; and Gerald amused Agnes half the morning with ludicrous stories of her inefficiency.
Marian was thoughtful all day; and at last, when sitting alone with Mrs. Wortley and Agnes, exclaimed, 'Poor Miss Morley! I really am very sorry for her; I did not know I liked her so well.'
'Absence is the great charm with Marian,' said Agnes, laughing; 'we learn now what makes her so affectionate to us.'
'No, but really, Agnes, when one has been living in constant intercourse for four years, and often receiving kindness from a person, is it possible to hear of her being sent away in disgrace and poverty without caring about it?'
'O yes; I know; after having lived in the same house with a kitchen poker for four years, you get so attached to it that it gives you a pang to part with it. No, but the comparison is no compliment to the poker; that is firm enough, at any rate,--a down cushion would be better.'
'An attachment to a down cushion is nothing to be ashamed of, Agnes,' said her mother.
'And Miss Morley did deserve some attachment, indeed,' said Marian. 'She was so ready to oblige, and she really did many and many a kind thing by the servants; and I believe she quite denied herself, for the sake of her old aunt. She was not fit for a governess, to be sure; but that was more her misfortune than her fault, poor thing.'
'How do you make that out?' said Agnes.
'Why, she was obliged to got her own living; and what other way had she? She was educated for it, and had everything but the art of gaining authority.'
'And high principle,' said Mrs. Wortley.
'But,' said Marian, growing eager in her defence, 'she really did know
