TURNS OF FORTUNE. 19

not promise.”” Her impulse was to givejher
habit to withhold.

She added one more servant to her establish-
ment; and as she did not send out cards re-
turning thanks for the ‘inquiries,’ which in-
creased daily, Sarah Bond was a very lonely
woman ; for though some, from curiosity, others
from want of occupation, others, again, from
the unfortunately universal desire to form ac-
quaintance with the rich, would have been glad,
now the solitary ola miser was gone, to make
fellowship with his gentle-looking and wealthy
daughter, yet her reserve and quietness prevent-
ed the fulfilment of their wishes. Weeks and
months rolled on; the old house had been re-
paired and beautified. Mr. Cramp, Sarah’s
law agent and ‘man of business,’ advised her
to let the house, of which she occupied about as
much as a wren could fill of the nest of an eagle;
and, strangely enough, finding that the house of
her childhood was to let, she teok it, removing
thither all the furniture which her father made
her promise never to part with. The ceiling of
the best bed-room was obliged to be raised to
admit the lofty bed with its plumes, and the spin.
net was assigned a very comfortable corner in
a parlour, where the faded stately chairs and
gorgeous furniture formed a curious contrast to
the bright neatly-papered walls and drugget-
covered floor; for in all matters connected with