ABSTRACT
Ethelinde arose the next morning, pale, languid, her eyes swollen with weeping, and her heart heavy. She went into the breakfast room, where the tea was made for her by the old housekeeper; and as she had taken leave of Lady, Sir Edward, and Miss Newenden, the evening before, as well as of the rest of the party, by the usual compliments on such occasions, she intended to have begun her journey without repeating a ceremony so painful with friends who are beloved, and so unmeaning with persons wholly indifferent. She had not, however, been many minutes below, before Sir Edward entered the room. – ‘Prepared already, my dear Ethy, to begin your journey? Ah! I see you are anxious to leave us! You are tired of Grasmere Abbey, though you have yet been here only five weeks.’
