ceiving the melancholy of her aunt, she insisted on exchanging seats with Jane, who had accepted a place in the carnage of Mrs. Wilson. No objection being made, Mrs. Wilson and her niece rode the first afternoon together in her travelling chaise. The road ran within a mile of Bolton Castle, and the ladies endeavored in vain to get a glimpse of the person of the young nobleman. Emily was willing to gratify her aunt's propensity to dwell on the character and history of her favorite; and hoping to withdraw her attention gradually from more unpleasant recollections, asked several trifling questions relating to those points.
"The earl must be very rich, aunt, from the style he maintains."
"Very, my dear; his family I am unacquainted with, but I understand his title is an extremely ancient one; and some one, I believe Lord Bolton, mentioned that his estates in Wales alone, exceeded fifty thousand a year."
"Much good might be done," said Emily, thoughtfully, "with such a fortune."
"Much good is done," cried her aunt, with fervor. "I am told by every one who knows him, his donations are large and frequent. Sir Herbert Nicholson said he was extremely simple in his habits, and it leaves large sums at his disposal every year."
"The bestowal of money is not always charity," said Emily, with an arch smile and a slight color.
Mrs. Wilson smiled in her turn as she answered, "Not always, but it is charity to hope for the best."
"Sir Herbert knew him, then?" said Emily.
"Perfectly well; they were associated together in the service for several years, and he spoke of him with a fervor equal to my warmest expectations."
The 'Moseley Arms' in F was kept by an old butler of the family, and Sir Edward every year, in going to or coming from L, spent a night under its roof. He was received by its master with a respect that none who ever knew the baronet well, could withhold from his goodness of heart and many virtues.
