upon himself, and but too well deserved them all), and a profound sympathy for her own afflictions, and deep anxiety for the consequences of those harassing cares, those dreadful vigils, that incessant and deleterious confinement besides a living corpse—for I was persuaded she had not hinted half the sufferings she had had to endure.
"You will go to her, Lawrence?" said I, as I put the letter into his hand.
"Yes, immediately."
"That's right! I'll leave you, then, to prepare for your departure."
"I've done that, already, while you were reading the letter, and before you came; and the carriage is now coming round to the door."
Inly approving his promptitude, I bade him good morning, and withdrew. He gave me a searching glance as we pressed each other's hands at parting; but whatever he sought in my countenance, he saw there nothing but the most becoming gravity, it might
