She started, and her clasped hands, resting on her husband's arm, pressed heavily.

He looked down into the flushed face, and said with a smile: "Well, Florence, what is it?
Why do you tremble so ?" "Mr.Stewart, I cannot be mistaken: this is my father's old landing! Why do you look so strangely?
Oh! if you knew what painful memories crowd upon my mind, you could not smile so calmly!" and her voice faltered.
Laying his hand tenderly on hers, he replied: "You once asked me whereabouts on the river my plantation was situated.

I evaded your question.

You are aware that I inherited it from a bachelor uncle.

He purchased it from your father, and to your old home, my dear Florence, we have come at last.