CHAPTER V.
The long expected Monday at length arrived, and Miss Emmerson and Julia, taking an affectionate leave of their relatives in the city, went on board the steam-boat under the protection of Charles Weston. Here a new scene indeed opened on our heroine; for some time she even forgot to look around her in the throng in quest of Antonio. As the boat glided along the stream, she stood leaning on one arm of Charles, while Miss Emmerson held the other, in delighted gaze at the objects, which they had scarcely distinguished before they were passed.
"See, dear Charles," cried Julia, in a burst of what she would call natural feeling—"there is our house—here the summer-house, and there the little arbour where you read to us last week Scott's new novel—how delightful! every thing now seems
