She never answered, but gazed long, and at last a darkness went trembling through her sensitive eye, as she said, "Put me down." So I put her down, saying to myself: "The child feels it too." All these things do I now think over, adding, "He had his faults, yet scarce ever was a finer nature; liberal, suave, impressible." My reflections closed in an audibly pronounced word, "Graham!" "Graham!" echoed a sudden voice at the bedside.

"Do you want Graham ?" I looked.

The plot was but thickening; the wonder but culminating.

If it was strange to see that well-remembered pictured form on the wall, still stranger was it to turn and behold the equally well-remembered living form opposite--a woman, a lady, most real and substantial, tall, well-attired, wearing widow's silk, and such a cap as best became her matron and motherly braids of hair.

Hers, too, was a good face; too marked, perhaps, now for beauty, but not for sense or character.