Do not weep thus," replied Mrs.Hamilton, imprinting a kiss on that burning forehead.

"And your father too, when he has heard all, will not withhold his love." "I will write to Lord Alphingham now, mother; it is useless to defer it, and my mind will not regain its peace till it is done," exclaimed Caroline, after a brief pause, which had followed her mother's words.
"Not now, my love, you are too agitated still," replied her mother, gazing anxiously on her flushed cheek; "wait till sleep shall have calmed this inward fever, and restored you to composure.

I do not think you can write it now." "I cannot sleep till I have, mamma, indeed I cannot.

I ought to have left it for him before I quitted Airslie, but I could then think of nothing but the ardent longing to see you, to hear your voice again; let me write now." And believing her words were true, that in all probability she would not sleep while that letter was on her mind, Mrs.Hamilton made no further objection, and rose to place the inkstand and portfolio on a table near her.

Caroline remained still kneeling, and by her attitude Mrs.Hamilton fancied was engaged in secret prayer; her tears were checked as she rose, and it was with firmness she walked to the table and drew a seat beside it.