"Change of air will work wonders." "I beseech you not to hesitate--for my sake do not, dearest daughter," said Mrs.Bloundel, with difficulty repressing tears.
"And for mine," added her father, more firmly, yet with deep emotion.
"I have already expressed my readiness to accede to your wishes," replied Amabel.

"Whenever you have made arrangements for me, I will set out." "And now comes the question--where is she to go ?" remarked Hodges.
"I have a sister, who lives as housekeeper at Lord Craven's seat, Ashdown Park," replied Mr.Bloundel.

"She shall go thither, and her aunt will take every care of her.

The mansion is situated amid the Berkshire hills, and the air is the purest and best in England." "Nothing can be better," replied Hodges; "but who is to escort her thither ?" "Leonard Holt," replied Mr.Bloundel.

"He will gladly undertake the office." "No doubt," rejoined Hodges; "but cannot you go yourself ?" "Impossible!" returned the grocer, a shade passing over his countenance.
"Neither do I wish it," observed Amabel.