‘I am come to see how you are spending your holiday,’ he said. ‘Not, I hope, in thought? No, that is well: while you draw you will not feel lonely. You see, I mistrust you still, though you have borne up wonderfully so far.…

‘Had I done these pictures? Did I know French and German? What a love—what a miracle I was! I drew better than her master in the first school in S-. Would I sketch a portrait of her, to show to papa?’ ‘With pleasure,’ I…

Rosamond Oliver kept her word in coming to visit me. Her call at the school was generally made in the course of her morning ride. She would canter up to the door on her pony, followed by a mounted livery servant. Anything more exquisite…

I continued the labours of the village-school as actively and faithfully as I could. It was truly hard work at first. Sometime elapsed before, with all my efforts, I could comprehend my scholars and their nature. Wholly untaught, with faculties quite torpid, they seemed…

As he stood, mute and grave, she again fell to caressing Carlo. ‘Poor Carlo loves me,’ said she. ‘HE is not stern and distant to his friends; and if he could speak, he would not be silent.’ As she patted the dog’s head, bending…

‘Good evening, Mr. Rivers. And good evening, old Carlo. Your dog is quicker to recognise his friends than you are, sir; he pricked his ears and wagged his tail when I was at the bottom of the field, and you have your back towards…

‘But you feel solitude an oppression? The little house there behind you is dark and empty.’ ‘I have hardly had time yet to enjoy a sense of tranquillity, much less to grow impatient under one of loneliness.’ ‘Very well; I hope you feel the…