the　mistress　of　the　school　fancied　she　saw　a　light　under　the　door
  of　the　bedroom　occupied　by　Jessie　and　three　other　girls。　It　was
  then　close　on　midnight；　and；　fearing　that　some　case　of　sudden
  illness　might　have　happened；　she　hastened　into　the　room。　On
  opening　the　door；　she　discovered；　to　her　horror　and　amazement；
  that　all　four　girls　were　out　of　bedwere　dressed　in
  brilliantly…fantastic　costumes；　representing　the　four　grotesque
  〃Queens〃　of　Hearts；　Diamonds；　Spades；　and　Clubs；　familiar　to　us
  all　on　the　pack　of　cardsand　were　dancing　a　quadrille；　in　which
  Jessie　sustained　the　character　of　The　Queen　of　Hearts。　The　next
  morning's　investigation　disclosed　that　Miss　Yelverton　had
  smuggled　the　dresses　into　the　school；　and　had　amused　herself　by
  giving　an　impromptu　fancy　ball　to　her　companions；　in　imitation　of
  an　entertainment　of　the　same　kind　at　which　she　had　figured　in　a
  〃court…card〃　quadrille　at　her　aunt's　country　house。
  The　dresses　were　instantly　confiscated　and　the　necessary
  punishment　promptly　administered；　but　the　remembrance　of　Jessie's
  extraordinary　outrage　on　bedroom　discipline　lasted　long　enough　to
  become　one　of　the　traditions　of　the　school；　and　she　and　her
  sister…culprits　were　thenceforth　hailed　as　the　〃queens〃　of　the
  four　〃suites〃　by　their　class…companions　whenever　the　mistress's
  back　was　turned；　Whatever　might　have　become　of　the　nicknames　thus
  employed　in　relation　to　the　other　three　girls；　such　a　mock　title
  as　The　Queen　of　Hearts　was　too　appropriately　descriptive　of　the
  natural　charm　of　Jessie's　character；　as　well　as　of　the　adventure
  in　which　she　had　taken　the　lead；　not　to　rise　naturally　to　the
  lips　of　every　one　who　knew　her。　It　followed　her　to　her　aunt's
  houseit　came　to　be　as　habitually　and　familiarly　connected　with
  her；　among　her　friends　of　all　ages；　as　if　it　had　been　formally
  inscribed　on　her　baptismal　register；　and　it　has　stolen　its　way
  into　these　pages　because　it　falls　from　my　pen　naturally　and
  inevitably；　exactly　as　it　often　falls　from　my　lips　in　real　life。
  When　Jessie　left　school　the　first　difficulty　presented　itselfin
  other　words；　the　necessity　arose　of　fulfilling　the　conditions　of
  the　will。　At　that　time　I　was　already　settled　at　The　Glen　Tower；
  and　her　living　six　weeks　in　our　dismal　solitude　and　our　humdrum
  society　was；　as　she　herself　frankly　wrote　me　word；　quite　out　of
  the　question。　Fortunately；　she　had　always　got　on　well　with　her
  uncle　and　his　family；　so　she　exerted　her　liberty　of　choice；　and；
  much　to　her　own　relief　and　to　mine　also；　passed　her　regular　six
  weeks　of　probation；　year　after　year；　under　Mr。　Richard
  Yelverton's　roof。
  During　this　period　I　heard　of　her　regularly；　sometimes　from　my
  fellow…guardian；　sometimes　from　my　son　George；　who；　whenever　his
  military　duties　allowed　him　the　opportunity；　contrived　to　see
  her；　now　at　her　aunt's　house；　and　now　at　Mr。　Yelverton's。　The
  particulars　of　her　character　and　conduct；　which　I　gleaned　in　this
  way；　more　than　sufficed　to　convince　me　that　the　poor　major's　plan
  for　the　careful　training　of　his　daughter's　disposition；　though
  plausible　enough　in　theory；　was　little　better　than　a　total
  failure　in　practice。　Miss　Jessie；　to　use　the　expressive　common
  phrase；　took　after　her　aunt。　She　was　as　generous；　as　impulsive；
  as　light…hearted；　as　fond　of　change；　and　gayety；　and　fine
  clothesin　short；　as　complete　and　genuine　a　woman　as　Lady
  Westwick　herself。　It　was　impossible　to　reform　the　〃Queen　of
  Hearts；〃　and　equally　impossible　not　to　love　her。　Such；　in　few
  words；　was　my　fellow…guardian's　report　of　his　experience　of　our
  handsome　young　ward。
  So　the　time　passed　till　the　year　came　of　which　I　am　now
  writingthe　ever…memorable　year；　to　England；　of　the　Russian　war。
  It　happened　that　I　had　heard　less　than　usual　at　this　period；　and
  indeed　for　many　months　before　it；　of　Jessie　and　her　proceedings。
  My　son　had　been　ordered　out　with　his　regiment　to　the　Crimea　in
  1854；　and　had　other　work　in　hand　now　than　recording　the　sayings
  and　doings　of　a　young　lady。　Mr。　Richard　Yelverton；　who　had　been
  hitherto　used　to　write　to　me　with　tolerable　regularity；　seemed
  now；　for　some　reason　that　I　could　not　conjecture；　to　have
  forgotten　my　existence。　Ultimately　I　was　reminded　of　my　ward　by
  one　of　George's　own　letters；　in　which　he　asked　for　news　of　her；
  and　I　wrote　at　once　to　Mr。　Yelverton。　The　answer　that　reached　me
  was　written　by　his　wife：　he　was　dangerously　ill。　The　next　letter
  that　came　informed　me　of　his　death。　This　happened　early　in　the
  spring　of　the　year　1855。
  I　am　ashamed　to　confess　it；　but　the　change　in　my　own　position　was
  the　first　idea　that　crossed　my　mind　when　I　read　the　news　of　Mr。
  Yelverton's　death。　I　was　now　left　sole　guardian；　and　Jessie
  Yelverton　wanted　a　year　still　of　coming　of　age。
  By　the　next　day's　post　I　wrote　to　her　about　the　altered　state　of
  the　relations　between　us。　She　was　then　on　the　Continent　with　her
  aunt；　having　gone　abroad　at　the　very　beginning　of　the　year。
  Consequently；　so　far　as　eighteen　hundred　and　fifty…five　was
  concerned；　the　condition　exacted　by　the　will　yet　remained　to　be
  performed。　She　had　still　six　weeks　to　passher　last　six　weeks；
  seeing　that　she　was　now　twenty　years　oldunder　the　roof　of　one
  of　her　guardians；　and　I　was　now　the　only　guardian　left。
  In　due　course　of　time　I　received　my　answer；　written　on
  rose…colored　paper；　and　expressed　throughout　in　a　tone　of　light；
  easy；　feminine　banter；　which　amused　me　in　spite　of　myself。　Miss
  Jessie；　according　to　her　own　account；　was　hesitating；　on　receipt
  of　my　letter；　between　two　alternativesthe　one；　of　allowing
  herself　to　be　buried　six　weeks　in　The　Glen　Tower；　the　other；　of
  breaking　the　condition；　giving　up　the　money；　and　remaining
  magnanimously　contented　with　nothing　but　a　life…interest　in　her
  father's　property。　At　present　she　inclined　decidedly　toward
  giving　up　the　money　and　escaping　the　clutches　of　〃the　three
  horrid　old　men；〃　but　she　would　let　me　know　again　if　she　happened
  to　change　her　mind。　And　so；　with　best　love；　she　would　beg　to
  remain　always　affectionately　mine；　as　long　as　she　was　well　out　of
  my　reach。
  The　summer　passed；　the　autumn　came；　and　I　never　heard　from　her
  again。　Under　ordinary　circumstances；　this　long　silence　might　have
  made　me　feel　a　little　uneasy。　But　news　reached　me　about　this　time
  from　the　Crimea　that　my　son　was　woundednot　dangerously；　thank
  God；　but　still　severely　enough　to　be　　la　id　upand　all　my
  anxieties　were　now　centered　in　that　direction。　By　the　beginning
  of　September；　however；　I　got　better　accounts　of　him；　and　my　mind
  was　made　easy　enough　to　let　me　think　of　Jessie　again。　Just　as　I
  was　considering　the　necessity　of　writing　once　more　to　my
  refractory　ward；　a　second　letter　arrived　from　her。　She　had
  returned　at　last　from　abroad；　had　suddenly　changed　her　mind；
  suddenly　grown　sick　of　society；　suddenly　become　enamored　of　the
  pleasures　of　retirement；　and　suddenly　found　out　that　the　three
  horrid　old　men　were　three　dear　old　men；　and　that　six　weeks'
  solitude　at　The　Glen　Tower　was　the　luxury；　of　all　others；　that
  she　languished　for　most。　As　a　necessary　result　of　this　altered
  state　of　things；　she　would　therefore　now　propose　to　spend　her
  allotted　six　weeks　with　her　guardian。　We　might　certainly　expect
  her　on　the　twentieth　of　September；　and　she　would　take　the
  greatest　care　to　fit　herself　for　our　society　by　arriving　in　the
  lowest　possible　spirits；　and　bringing　her　own　sackcloth　and　ashes
  along　with　her。
  The　first　ordeal　to　which　this　alarming　letter　forced　me　to
  submit　was　the　breaking　of　the　news　it　contained　to　my　two
  brothers。　The　disclosure　affected　them　very　differently。　Poor
  dear　Owen　merely　turned　pale；　lifted　his　weak；　thin　hands　in　a
  panic…stricken　manner；　and　then　sat　staring　at　me　in　speechless
  and　motionless　bewilderment。　Morgan　stood　up　straight　before　me；
  plunged　both　his　hands　into　his　pockets；　burst　suddenly　into　the
  harshest　laugh　I　ever　heard　from　his　lips；　and　told　me；　with　an
  air　of　triumph；　that　it　was　exactly　what　he　expected。
  〃What　you　expected？〃　I　repeated；　in　astonishment。
  〃Yes；〃　returned　Morgan；　with　his　bitterest　emphasis。　〃It　doesn't
  surprise　me　in　the　least。　It's　the　way　things　go　in　this
  worldit's　the　regular　moral　see…saw　of　good　and　evilthe　old
  story　with　the　old　end　to　it。　They　were　too　happy　in　the　garden
  of　Edendown　comes　the　serpent　and　turns　them　out。　Solomon　was
  too　wisedown　comes　the　Queen　of　Sheba；　and　makes　a　fool　of　him。
  We've　been　too　comfortable　at　The　Glen　Towerdown　comes　a　woman；
  and　sets　us　all　three　by　the　ears　together。　All　I　wonder　at　is
  that　it　hasn't　happened　before。〃　With　those　words　Morgan
  resignedly　took　out　his　pipe；　put　on　his　old　felt　hat　and　turned
  to　the　door。
  〃You're　not　going　away　before　she　comes？〃　exclaimed　Owen；
  piteously。　〃Don't　leave　usplease　don't　leave　us！〃
  〃Going！〃　cried　Morgan；　with　great　contempt。　〃What　should　I　gain
  by　that？　When　destiny　has　found　a　man　out；　and　heated　his
  gridiron　for　him；　he　has　nothing　left　to　do；　that　I　know　of；　but
  to　get　up　and　sit　on　it。〃
  I　opened　my　lips　to　protest　against　the　implied　comparison
  between　a　young　lady　and　a　hot　gridiron；　but；　before　I　could
  speak；　Morgan　was　gone。
  〃Well；〃　I　said　to　Owen；　〃we　must　make　the　best　of　it。　We　must
  brush　up　our　manners；　and　set　the　house　tid