her disquietude; "have you forgotten the fine sea view we were speaking of some time ago? I think I must trouble you, now, to tell me the nearest way to it; for if this beautiful weather continue, I shall, perhaps, be able to walk there, and take my sketch, I have exhausted every other subject for painting; and I long to see it."
I was about to comply with her request; but Rose would not suffer me to proceed.
"Oh, don't tell her Gilbert!" cried she; "she shall go with us. It's Bay you are thinking about I suppose, Mrs. Graham. It is a very long walk, too far for you, and out of the question for Arthur. But we were thinking about making a pic-nic to see it, some fine day; and, if you will wait till the settled fine weather comes, I'm sure we shall all be delighted to have you amongst us."
Poor Mrs. Graham looked dismayed, and attempted to make excuses, but Rose, either compassionating her lonely life, or anxious to culti-
