Dear old man, how suddenly he died." "I wish, dear, you could put off your journey until I am better," said Mrs.
Garie, faintly; "I do hate you to go just now." "I would if I could, Emily; but it is impossible.

I shall be back to-morrow, or the next day, at farthest.

Whilst I'm there, I'll----" "Hush!" interrupted Mrs.Garie, "stop a moment.

Don't you hear a noise like the shouting of a great many people." "Oh, it's only the firemen," replied he; "as I was about to observe--" "Hush!" cried she again.

"Listen now, that don't sound like the firemen in the least." Mr.Garie paused as the sound of a number of voices became more distinct.
Wrapping his dressing-gown more closely about him, he walked into the front room, which overlooked the street.