Of course we will hope.

Hope springs eternal--" Days went by, and at length the desired letter came back from St.Jean de Luz.

Seeing at a glance that it was from his sister, Will reproached himself for having let more than a month elapse without writing to St.
Neots.

Of his recent "holiday" he had no intention of saying a word.
Jane wrote a longer letter than usual, and its tenor was disquieting.
Their mother had not been at all well lately; Jane noticed that she was becoming very weak.

"You know how she dreads to give trouble, and cannot bear to have any one worry about her.