His father seemed greatly attached to him.

I knew his mother also." "Indeed," she exclaimed, settling herself on a low ottoman and fixing her eyes upon me; "what was she like ?" I paused a moment before replying.

Could I speak of that unstained sacred life of wifehood and motherhood to this polluted though lovely creature?
"She was a beautiful woman unconscious of her beauty," I answered at last.

"There, all is said.

Her sole aim seemed to be to forget herself in making others happy, and to surround her home with an atmosphere of goodness and virtue.