ful effects which are derived from that cold

water system will be more good than all they can do in London. Stifling, hot, dreary London! who ever could get well here? Oh! to think of the fresh, breezy walks we shall have up those hill sides, which I have not seen since I was ten years old! those bubbling springs of delicious water-it makes me thirsty even to think of it. And then, as Mrs. Hunter says, to live entirely free from household cares, with no trouble about dinners or cooks-nothing to do but to obey directions, and submit to the system -oh! that will-that must do her good!

"After all Astley said yesterday about my self-will and love of domineering, I wonder what he will think now, when he hears it is settled. It is so provoking of him to be always finding wrong motives for my conduct; the more so, because, although I

never own it to him, the wrong

very often the right ones.

motives are

"How he guesses what I am thinking of, and turns my actions inside out! and yet I would not be without him for the world. I hope he was not really angry last night; he did look vexed. Ah! that is his knock. I must shut this up; I would not risk his seeing it."

Flora Denys closed her Russian leatherbound journal, and pressed the spring lock to, just as the person of whom she had been She looked up

thinking, entered the room.

with a sort of saucy smile.

"Good morning. I hardly expected to see you here to-day," was her salutation, extending two fingers to him.

"I thought, perhaps, you would like a walk, Flora," said he, without noticing her insinuation," as I knew your mother was gone

out driving without you, for I met her in

Piccadilly."

'Yes, she is gone about some housemaid's character. That is a trouble she will be

saved at Malvern; we shall want only one there," there," replied Flora, with em

maid

phasis.

"She told me that was settled," said Astley. "I only hope you will find it answer your expectations. I do sincerely wish it may make her better."

"Well, that is generous, Astley," replied she, colouring, "when I know you disapprove of the plan. It is more than I expected you to say."

"Why, what could you expect of me?" said he, looking at her with surprise. "If it is to be, do you suppose I should not wish my aunt to be benefitted ?"

"I dare say you were right in opposing it,"

said Flora, not answering directly; " and I almost wish I had not urged it so much. I think I will give it up, after all. I could easily persuade mamma to change."

"Then, I think you would be quite wrong," was his abrupt reply.

"Why, Astley, what an an inconsistent creature you are! Yesterday you were scolding me, for influencing mamma to go; to-day, when I propose to give it up, you tell me flatly I am quite wrong again. If I cared for pleasing you-which I don't in the least I am sure I should not know how to do it."

The young lady turned away, with a look of such vexation as rather belied her words.

"You do understand me, Flora, I know," replied he, fixing his eyes on her gravely. "You know it was not your going to

Malvern, or your wishing to go, that I objected to. I can form no opinion, as to whether it will be good or bad for your

mother, and should not, therefore, venture to express one."

"I

"Then, I should like to know what it was you did object to," cried she petulantly. am sure you expressed dislike enough to the plan yesterday, and, indeed, ever since 1 mentioned it."

"You know it is your overbearing, domineering way to your mother, which made me remonstrate; your self-will, and resolution

to seek your own gratification at her Astley spoke hastily, and rather

expense."

indignantly.

Flora's face crimsoned, and she walked away into the back drawing-room, as if in search of something; wandering from one table to another, and looking amongst books