But never heed; stick to my arm, and I'll guide you, like a blind man, safe through the thick of them.' Miss Nugent's letter, which Lord Colambre read in spite of the jostling of passengers, and the incessant talking of Sir Terence, was as follows:-- Let me not be the cause of banishing you from your home and your country, where you would do so much good, and make so many happy.

Let me not be the cause of your breaking your promise to your mother; of your disappointing my dear aunt, so cruelly, who has complied with all our wishes, and who sacrifices, to oblige us, her favourite tastes.

How could she ever be happy in Ireland--how could Clonbrony Castle be a home to her, without her son?
if you take away all she had of amusement and PLEASURE, as it is called, are not you bound to give her, in their stead, that domestic happiness, which she can enjoy only with you, and by your means?
If, instead of living with her, you go into the army, she will be in daily, nightly anxiety and alarm about you; and her son will, instead of being a comfort, be a source of torment to her.
I will hope that you will do now, as you have always hitherto done, on every occasion where I have seen you act, what is right, and just, and kind.

Come here on the day you promised my aunt you would; before that time I shall be in Cambridgeshire, with my friend Lady Berryl; she is so good as to come to Buxton for me--I shall remain with her, instead of returning to Ireland.

I have explained my reasons to my dear aunt--Could I have any concealment from her, to whom, from my earliest childhood, I owe everything that kindness and affection could give?
She is satisfied--she consents to my living henceforward with Lady Berryl.