"I like this spot," said Lucy at length, as if she found the silence
embarrassing; "the bubbling murmur of the clear fountain, the waving of
the trees, the profusion of grass and wild-flowers that rise among the
ruins, make it like a scene in romance. I think, too, I have heard it is
a spot connected with the legendary lore which I love so well."
"It has been thought," answered Ravenswood, "a fatal spot to my family;
and I have some reason to term it so, for it was here I first saw Miss
Ashton; and it is here I must take my leave of her for ever."
The blood, which the first part of this speech called into Lucy's
cheeks, was speedily expelled by its conclusion.
"To take leave of us, Master!" she exclaimed; "what can have happened
to hurry you away? I know Alice hates--I mean dislikes my father; and
I hardly understood her humour to-day, it was so mysterious. But I
am certain my father is sincerely grateful for the high service you
rendered us. Let me hope that, having won your friendship hardly, we
shall not lose it lightly."
"Lose it, Miss Ashton!" said the Master of Ravenswood.
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