THE BROTHER ENGLISH-MAN. 2?
" I do not ask your forgiveness," said he, with that careless
proud, and yet gay manner, M'hicli scarcely displeases because
of its frank independence. " I am privileged lo sketch nature
wherever I find her beautiful, and if there are accessories to
the landscape which render it j-et more charming, am I tc
blame for that ?"
Edith had no refuge except iu the case of drawings. Any
remark of hers only called forth fresh compliment from the
audacious artist. She saw by his sketches and his water-coloi
drawings, that he was an artist of unusual merit; and found,
in the course of a brief conversation, that he M'as English, was
a landscape-painter by profession, and M'as making a tour
through America for the sole purpose of sketching some of its
most striking scenery.
While they were yet lingering over the portfolio, James
came in to ask Edith to walk over to her own cottage and see
the new flower-beds he had been marking out. A nervous
trepidation seized him as soon as he recognized one of his
own countrymen ; a hope lo hear some tidings of his master
occasioned it; and he insisted, with an earnestness unlike his
usual small pomposity, upon the gentleman accompanying
him to see " his place."
Very glad was the stranger of this chance of prolonging his
interview with the lovely girl whose face would make so sweet
a picture. As she hastened before them, eager to see the im¬
provements in her flower-garden, James look the opportunity
of telling her history to the young gentleman whose profession
brought him in contact with so many wealthy families ; but
Jlr. Beverly had never had the hof'or of being patronized by
the Lancasters, and knew nothing fjf them.
His interest in her beauty M'as increased by the little story
the old man told him; and he promised, upon his return lo
London, to make inquiries, and if he learned any thing, to
M'rite to Mr. Pipkin.
" It's awful to see a Lancaster growin' up in a country like
this," groaned James, his long-repressed sorrows flowing forth
into the ear of a fellow-countryman. " I've lain awake nights
and thought of it, and fancied I heard my master's steps com¬
in' up lo the door, my heart was so full of it, I've done the
best I could by her, bein' placed as I were,—and I must say