"Alas!" I answered, "she has not said anything. That is the trouble, Miss Leavenworth. Your cousin preserves a reticence upon certain points very painful to witness. She ought to understand that if she persists in doing this, that"
"That what?" There was no mistaking the deep anxiety prompting this question.
"That she cannot avoid the trouble that will ensue."
For a moment she stood gazing at me, with great horror-stricken, incredulous eyes; then sinking back into a chair, flung her hands over her face with the cry:
"Oh, why were we ever born! Why were we allowed to live! Why did we not perish with those who gave us birth!"
In the face of anguish like this, I could not keep still.
"Dear Miss Leavenworth," I essayed, "there is no cause for such despair as this. The future looks dark, but not impenetrable. Your cousin will listen to reason, and in explaining"
But she, deaf to my words, had again risen to her feet, and stood before me in an attitude almost appalling.
"Some women in my position would go mad! mad! mad!"
I surveyed her with growing wonder. I thought I knew what she meant. She was conscious of having given the cue which had led to this suspicion of her cousin, and that in this way the trouble which hung over their heads was of her own making. I endeavored to soothe her, but my efforts were all unavailing. Absorbed in her own anguish, she paid but little attention to me. Satisfied at last that I could do nothing more for her, I turned to go. The movement seemed to arouse her.
"I am sorry to leave," said I, "without having
