Charlottesville for a
little while, in order to give up her rooms to Miss Cavendish and her
party, and that she did not know exactly where she should go, but that
she would write and tell him as soon as she should get settled.

"And since that, Miss Emma, I have not heard one word from her, nor do I
know where she is, or how she is, or how to find out," concluded Mr.
Kyte, in the most dejected tone.

"How long has it been, Mr. Kyte?" inquired Miss Cavendish.

"Five days," answered the young man, as solemnly as if he had said five
years.

"That is but a short time. I do not think you have cause to be anxious
yet awhile," said Emma, with a smile.

"But you haven't heard from her yourself even, have you, Miss Emma?" he
anxiously inquired.

"Certainly not, else I should have told you at once," replied Miss
Cavendish.

"For mercy's sake, you never came all the way from Wendover to
Charlottesville to ask that question, did you, Mr. Kyte?" inquired
irrepressible Electra, elevating her eye-brows.

The lover, who had so unconsciously betrayed himself, blushed violently
and stammered forth:

"No--not entirely. The fact is, for more than a year past I have been
watching and waiting for an opportunity to change my business from
Wendover to Charlottesville. And I came up partly about that also. But
as a--a friend of Mrs. Grey, I do feel anxious about her mysterious
absence and silence."

"I assure you, Mr. Kyte, that Mrs. Grey is quite capable of taking
excellent care of herself," added plain-spoken Laura Lytton.

"Come, Mr. Kyte, cheer up! We are going on a pilgrimage to Monticello
to-morrow and you must join our party," said Miss Cavendish, kindly.

But Mr. Kyte excused himself, saying that he could not leave his
business long, and must start for Wendover the next morning.

And soon after this he took leave.

The next day was devoted by our party to a pious pilgrimage to the
shrine of classic Monticello, once the seat, now the monument of Thomas
Jefferson.

The whole party, young and old, gentlemen and ladies, went.

The bishop's widow forgot her housekeeping cares and took a holiday for
that day.

And even Mrs. Fanning, who did not care to see the great University,
could not miss the opportunity of a pilgrimage to that mecca.

The party was a large one, consisting of five ladies and four
gentlemen.

And so it required two capacious carriages and two saddle horses to
convey them.

They formed quite a li