Will you not comfort her?
Will you--" The sudden opening of the door arrested the words upon his lips.

Touched by indefinable alarm, Mrs.Hamilton's hand grasped his without the power of speech.

Ellen had risen, for she felt she could not hear those sad words again spoken.
It was James the footman who entered, and he placed a letter in her hand.

She looked at the direction, a faint cry broke from her lips; she tore it open, gazed on the signature, and sunk senseless on the floor.
She who had borne suffering so well, who had successfully struggled to conceal every trace of emotion, when affliction was her allotted portion, was now too weak to bear the sudden transition from such bitter grief to overwhelming joy.

Mr.Hamilton sprung forward; he could not arrest her fall, but his eye had caught the well-known writing of him he had believed lay buried in the ocean, and conquering her own extreme agitation, Mrs.Hamilton compelled herself to think of nothing but restoring the still senseless girl to life.