CHAPTER XXXVI.
A CHANGE.
As soon as Letty had strength enough to attend to her baby without help, Mary, to the surprise of her mistress, and the destruction of her theory concerning her stay in London, presented herself at Durnmelling, found that she was more welcome than looked for, and the same hour resumed her duties about Hesper.
It was with curiously mingled feelings that she gazed from her window on the chimneys of Thornwick.

How much had come to her since first, in the summer-seat at the end of the yew-hedge, Mr.Wardour opened to her the door of literature! It was now autumn, and the woods, to get young again, were dying their yearly death.

For the moment she felt as if she, too, had begun to grow old.

Ministration had tired her a little--but, oh! how different its weariness from that which came of labor amid obstruction and insult! Her heart beat a little slower, perhaps, but she could now be sad without losing a jot of hope.

Nay, rather, the least approach of sadness would begin at once to wake her hope.