\"yes. he is a fellow of plymouth college there. he is a native of milton-northern, i believe. at any rate, he has property there, which has verymuch increased in value since milton has bee such a largemanufacturing town. well, i had reason to suspect--to imagine--i hadbetter say nothing about it, however. but i felt sure of sympathy frommr. bell. i don\"t know that he gāve me much strength. he has lived aneasy life in his college all his days. but he has been as kind as can be.

and it is owing to him we are going to milton.\"

\"how?\" said margaret.

\"why he has tenants, and houses, and mills there; so, though he dislikesthe place--too bustling for one of his habits--he is obliged to keep upsome sort of connection; and he tells me that he hears there is a goodopening for a private tutor there.\"

\"a private tutor!\" said margaret, looking scornful: \"what in the world domanufacturers want with the classics, or literature, or theacplishments of a gentleman?\"

\"oh,\" said her father, \"some of them really seem to be fine fellows,conscious of their own deficiencies, which is more than many a man atoxford is. some want resolutely to learn, though they hāve e toman\"s estate. some want their children to be better instructed than theythemselves hāve been. at any rate, there is an opening, as i hāve said,for a private tutor. mr. bell has remended me to a mr. thornton, atenant of his, and a very intelligent man, as far as i can judge from hisletters. and in milton, margaret, i shall find a busy life, if not a happyone, and people and scenes so different that i shall never be reminded ofhelstone.\"

there was the secret motive, as margaret knew from her own feelings.

it would be different. discordant as it was--with almost a detestation forall she had ever heard of the north of england, the manufacturers, thepeople, the wild and bleak country--there was this one remendation-it would be different from helstone, and could never remind them ofthat beloved place.

\"when do we go?\" asked margaret, after a short silence.

\"i do not know exactly. i wanted to talk it over with you. you see, yourmother knows nothing about it yet: but i think, in a fortnight;--after mydeed of resignation is sent in, i shall hāve no right to remain.

margaret was almost stunned.

\"in a fortnight!\"

\"no--no, not exactly to a day. nothing is fixed,\" said her father, withanxious hesitation, as he noticed the filmy sorrow that came over hereyes, and the sudden change in her plexion. but she recoveredherself immediately.

\"yes, papa, it had better be fixed soon and decidedly, as you say. onlymamma to know nothing about it! it is that that is the great perplexity.\"