May God help me and bring happiness to you!" said Hamilton, answering her question all too plainly.
She drew his face down to hers and kissed his lips, till from very fear of himself he thrust her from him and led her weeping to the outer door.
When Frances came out to Betty and me, she was holding her handkerchief to her eyes and her vizard was hanging by its chain.
Sympathetic Betty lifted the vizard, saying: "Cover your face till we go to my room.

Poor mistress! It must be all awry with your love, and I have heard that there is no pain like it." We climbed the steps, and, as we were going across the yard, Betty twined her arm about Frances's waist.

Wishing to comfort her by changing the subject, she said:-- "I have neither powder nor rouge in my room, but I have black patches, though I have never dared to use one, fearing to be accused of aping the great ladies." "Betty, there are no great ladies so good and beautiful as you," said Frances, trying to check her weeping.

"If I were a man, you should not go long without a chance for a husband." "Oh, I've had chances in plenty," answered Betty, proudly.

"But father says I'm too hard to suit and will die a maid.