eet you, and set me down as
very, _very_ nervous; or, if that will not excuse me in your
eyes, set me down as _crazy_; but never, _never_ as ungrateful or
unloving.

MARY.

"P.S.--Mr. Lyle must find accommodations at the hotel."

Having finished, sealed and dispatched this letter, Mary Grey went to
work and packed her three great trunks for her journey. That kept her
busy all the remainder of the day.

The next morning she dressed herself and went to call upon her friends
and bid them good-bye. They were very much surprised at the suddenness
of her departure; but she explained to one and all that she rather
wished to avoid the crowd, bustle and confusion of Commencement week,
and had therefore determined to leave town for a few days, and that her
rooms with the bishop's widow would be occupied in the meantime by her
friend Miss Cavendish, of Blue Cliffs, and her party.

This made an impression upon all minds that "sweet Mrs. Grey," with her
spirit of self-sacrifice, had left town at this most interesting period
for no other reason than to give up her quarters to her friends.

Lastly, Mary Grey went to her pastor and obtained from him a letter to
the pastor of St. John's Church in Richmond.

Furnished with this, she would obtain entrance into the most respectable
society in the city, if she desired to do so.

On the third day from this, Mrs. Grey left Charlottesville for Richmond.

CHAPTER XV.

AN OLD FACE REAPPEARS.

What the Carnival is to Rome, and the Derby is to London, the
Commencement week of its great University is to the little country town
of Charlottesville.

It is looked forward to for weeks and months. A few days previous to
Commencement week the little town begins to fill. The hotels and
boarding-houses are crowded with the relatives and friends of the
students and professors, and even with numbers of the country gentry,
who though they may have no relative at the University yet take an
interest in the proceedings of Commencement week.

Emma Cavendish and her friends were therefore peculiarly fortunate in
having had comfortable apartments pre-engaged for them.

It was late on the evening of the Monday beginning the important week
that they arrived at Charlottesville, and proceeded at once to the house
of the bishop's widow.

They found the house hospitably lighted up, and open.

Their hostess, a dignified gentlewoman, received them with great
cordiality, and