I am convinced he knows the rest.

Only go on, be calm, as you have been, and we shall do very well." Flora went to prepare.

Ethel eagerly undertook to send to Mr.Ward, and hastened from the room, as if in a sort of terror, shrinking perhaps from what might lead to an outburst of grief.

She longed to have seen her father, but was frightened at the chance of meeting him.

When she had sent her message, and told her brothers what was passing, she went and lingered on the stairs and in the passage for tidings.