"Is my nephew come home ?" but fortunately it was not asked .-- Miss Leaf lay quiet and passive, and her faithful nurse settled her for the night with a strangely solemn feeling, as if she were leaving her to her last rest, safe and at peace before the overhanging storm broke upon the family.
But all shadow of this storm seemed to have passed away from him who was its cause.

As soon as the house was still Ascott crept down and fell to his supper with as good an appetite as possible.

He even became free and conversational.
"Don't look so glum, Elizabeth.

I shall soon weather through.

Old Ascott will fork out; he couldn't help it.