"What is it, I wonder?
You've altered in some way I don't know how." "Think so?
but never mind me; tell me about mother." They stood among the garden scents, amid the flowers, which told of parting summer, and conversed with voices softened by tender solicitude.

Jane was above all anxious that her brother's visit should seem spontaneous, and Will promised not to hint at the news she had sent him.

They entered the house together.

Mrs.Warburton, after her usual morning occupations, had lain down on the couch in the parlour, and fallen asleep; as soon as he beheld her face, Will understood his sister's fears, White, motionless, beautiful in its absolute calm, the visage might have been that of the dead; after gazing for a moment, both, on the same impulse, put forth a hand to touch the unconscious form.

The eyelids rose a look of confused trouble darkened the features then the lips relaxed in a happy smile.
"Will--and you find me asleep ?--I appeal to Jane; she will tell you it's only an accident.