"It was no wonder you were upset." "That is not kind, Lucia," Maurice said, turning to her with a half smile.

"Mrs.Costello wishes to make me believe she depends on me, and you try to take away the flattering impression." "Oh! no; I did not mean that.

Mamma knows--" but there she got into confusion and stopped.
"Well," Mrs.Costello said, "we had better send for Madame Everaert, and tell her we are going." Madame came.

She was desolated, but had nothing to say against the departure of her lodgers, and, as Lucia had told Maurice, half an hour was enough for the settling of their last affairs at Bourg-Cailloux.
Mrs.Costello did not wish to go on board the boat till near the hour named for sailing; it was well, too, that she should have as much rest as possible before her journey.

She kept on her sofa, therefore, where so large a portion of her time lately had been spent; and Lucia, from habit, took her seat by the window.
Then in the quiet twilight arose the question, "Where are we to go when we reach England ?" "Where ?" Maurice said, "why, to Hunsdon, of course.