the most wretched. To supplant her! But I shall not be called upon to do it; Mary will give up Mr. Clavering."
"There!" exclaimed Mr. Gryce. "What do you think of that? Is n't it becoming plain enough what was Mary's motive for this murder? But go on; let us hear what followed."
With sinking heart, I continued. The next entry is dated July 19, and runs thus:
"I was right. After a long struggle with Uncle's invincible will, Mary has consented to dismiss Mr. Clavering. I was in the room when she made known her decision, and I shall never forget our Uncle's look of gratified pride as he clasped her in his arms and called her his own True Heart. He has evidently been very much exercised over this matter, and I cannot but feel greatly relieved that affairs have terminated so satisfactorily. But Mary? What is there in her manner that vaguely disappoints me? I cannot say. I only know that I felt a powerful shrinking overwhelm me when she turned her face to me and asked if I were satisfied now. But I conquered my feelings and held out my hand. She did not take it.
"July 26. How long the days are! The shadow of our late trial is upon me yet; I cannot shake it off. I seem to see Mr. Clavering's despairing face wherever I go. How is it that Mary preserves her cheerfulness? If she does not love him, I should think the respect which she must feel for his disappointment would keep her from levity at least.
"Uncle has gone away again. Nothing I could say sufficed to keep him.
"July 28. It has all come out. Mary has only nominally separated from Mr. Clavering; she still
