"Has she relapsed?" cried she with a trembling voice, and a despairing look, again advancing to the bed.
"Never to recover, I fear," said Agatha, bursting into tears.
"'Tis too true! (cried Floretta), she is gone for ever."
Madeline grew sick; she could not weep; she could not speak; she could scarcely breathe; her sight grew dim; her head grew giddy; and the objects that she could discern seemed swimming before her. The grief and consternation of her companions prevented them from noticing her, till they saw her catching at a bed-post for support.—They then directly hastened to her assistance, and supporting her to a chair, opened a window. The keenness of the morning air, together with the water they sprinkled on her face, somewhat revived her, and a shower of tears came to her relief.
