"I was about to remind you of your engagement. But, Guy, whom have you there?"
"My protegee I told you of. Beulah, this is Mr. Lockhart."
The rider reined his horse near her side, and, leaning forward as he raised his hat, their eyes met. Both started visibly, and, extending his hand, Mr. Lockhart said eagerly:
"Ah, my little forest friend! I am truly glad to find you again."
She shook hands very quietly, but an expression of pleasure stole over her face. Her guardian observed it, and asked:
"Pray, Percy, what do you know of her?"
"That she sings very charmingly," answered his friend, smiling at
Beulah.
"He saw me once when I was at the asylum," said she,
"And was singing part of the regime there?"
"No, Guy. She was wandering about the piney woods, near the asylum, with two beautiful elves, when I chanced to meet her. She was singing at the time. Beulah, I am glad to find you out again; and in future, when I pay the doctor long visits, I shall expect you to appear for my entertainment. Look to it, Guy, that she is present. But I am fatigued with my unusual exercise, and must return home. Good-by, Beulah; shake hands. I am going immediately to my room, Guy; so come as soon as you can." He rode slowly on, while Dr. Hartwell shook the reins, and Mazeppa sprang down the road again. Beulah had remarked a great alteration in Mr. Lockhart's appearance; he was much paler, and bore traces of recent and severe illness. His genial manner and friendly words had interested her, and, looking up at her guardian, she said timidly: