Maude accepted the proffered arm of Gerald to stroll beneath the inviting branches of the dear old oaks, so firmly interwoven in the scenes of innocent childhood and succeeding girlhood.

The tender, sensitive girl loved her brother too deeply to believe that any could supplant his place in the love of Lady Rosamond.

Her true criterion was the pure, innocent, and trusting love of a sister.
"Gerald, my dear, I am glad this opportunity has been so timely chosen," said the fond sister in an earnest tone, placing her delicate little hand upon her brother's shoulder.
"Pray, what has happened, Maude, that you look so sad ?" said Gerald, breaking out into a hearty laugh.
"Nothing has happened," answered Maude; "really, if I look sad I do most wrongfully disavow my intention, having news for you--good news, too, I assure you," said Maude, again looking at her brother wistfully.

"Can you not guess ?" said she.
"How should I ?" returned Gerald; "that would be a fruitless task." "Since you have exercised such patience I will tell you," said Maude: "I have just received a letter from Rosamond." A blush quickly overspread Gerald's face as he bowed acknowledgment.
Maude did not produce the letter which had been the cause of such annoyance to Lady Bereford, but she disclosed part of the contents and part she kept for herself.

Together they talked long and earnestly.
Though she took no liberty in showing the relationship in which she considered Lady Rosamond, her simple and earnest nature seemed to give assurance to Gerald.