'A few more touches in the foreground will finish it, I should think.

But why have you called it Fernley Manor, Cumberland, instead of Wildfell Hall, -- shire ?' I asked, alluding to the name she had traced in small characters at the bottom of the canvas.
But immediately I was sensible of having committed an act of impertinence in so doing; for she coloured and hesitated; but after a moment's pause, with a kind of desperate frankness, she replied:-- 'Because I have friends--acquaintances at least--in the world, from whom I desire my present abode to be concealed; and as they might see the picture, and might possibly recognise the style in spite of the false initials I have put in the corner, I take the precaution to give a false name to the place also, in order to put them on a wrong scent, if they should attempt to trace me out by it.' 'Then you don't intend to keep the picture ?' said I, anxious to say anything to change the subject.
'No; I cannot afford to paint for my own amusement.' 'Mamma sends all her pictures to London,' said Arthur; 'and somebody sells them for her there, and sends us the money.' In looking round upon the other pieces, I remarked a pretty sketch of Linden-hope from the top of the hill; another view of the old hall basking in the sunny haze of a quiet summer afternoon; and a simple but striking little picture of a child brooding, with looks of silent but deep and sorrowful regret, over a handful of withered flowers, with glimpses of dark low hills and autumnal fields behind it, and a dull beclouded sky above.
'You see there is a sad dearth of subjects,' observed the fair artist.
'I took the old hall once on a moonlight night, and I suppose I must take it again on a snowy winter's day, and then again on a dark cloudy evening; for I really have nothing else to paint.

I have been told that you have a fine view of the sea somewhere in the neighbourhood.

Is it true ?--and is it within walking distance ?' 'Yes, if you don't object to walking four miles--or nearly so--little short of eight miles, there and back--and over a somewhat rough, fatiguing road.' 'In what direction does it lie ?' I described the situation as well as I could, and was entering upon an explanation of the various roads, lanes, and fields to be traversed in order to reach it, the goings straight on, and turnings to the right and the left, when she checked me with,-- 'Oh, stop! don't tell me now: I shall forget every word of your directions before I require them.

I shall not think about going till next spring; and then, perhaps, I may trouble you.