When we get to Paris you must have the very best advice that is to be had, and you will have nothing to do but take care of yourself." "Very well," and Mrs.Costello smiled, reading the hope clearly enough, though she had not fully read the despair.

"And in the meantime you may hear what I want to say to you about my cousin." "Yes, mamma.

But you know I don't like him, all the same.

I know I should have hated him just as you did when you were a girl." "I hope not.

At any rate, you must not hate him now, for I have asked him to be your guardian, and he has consented." Lucia shuddered at that word "guardian," and the thought implied in it, but she determined to say no more about her prejudice against Mr.
Wynter.
"You know," Mrs.Costello said, "that it would be much more comfortable for me to know that you were left in the care of my own people than with any one else.