The tide ebbed, and the tide flowed; the summer went on, and the autumn came.

And the Quicksand, which hid her body, hid her secret too.
The news of Mr.Franklin's departure from England on the Sunday morning, and the news of my lady's arrival in London with Miss Rachel on the Monday afternoon, had reached me, as you are aware, by the Tuesday's post.

The Wednesday came, and brought nothing.

The Thursday produced a second budget of news from Penelope.
My girl's letter informed me that some great London doctor had been consulted about her young lady, and had earned a guinea by remarking that she had better be amused.

Flower-shows, operas, balls--there was a whole round of gaieties in prospect; and Miss Rachel, to her mother's astonishment, eagerly took to it all.