'For Heaven's sake, no, Mr.Mac-Morlan, do not let that be; Charles Hazlewood has had enough of mischief about that already.' 'About the classics, my dear young lady ?' wilfully seeming to misunderstand her; 'most young gentlemen have so at one period or another, sure enough; but his present studies are voluntary.' Miss Bertram let the conversation drop, and her host made no effort to renew it, as she seemed to pause upon the intelligence in order to form some internal resolution.
The next day Miss Bertram took an opportunity of conversing with Mr.
Sampson.

Expressing in the kindest manner her grateful thanks for his disinterested attachment, and her joy that he had got such a provision, she hinted to him that his present mode of superintending Charles Hazlewood's studies must be so inconvenient to his pupil that, while that engagement lasted, he had better consent to a temporary separation, and reside either with his scholar or as near him as might be.

Sampson refused, as indeed she had expected, to listen a moment to this proposition; he would not quit her to be made preceptor to the Prince of Wales.

'But I see,' he added, 'you are too proud to share my pittance; and peradventure I grow wearisome unto you.' 'No indeed; you were my father's ancient, almost his only, friend.

I am not proud; God knows, I have no reason to be so.