This I say, of course, to encourage you, because I see that the step you have taken has affected you very much, as is natural it should." A low moan, apparently of great pain, was the only reply Henderson received to this eloquent effort at consolation.

The carriage again rolled onward in silence, and nothing could be heard but the sweep of the storm without--for it blew violently--and deep breathings, or occasional moanings, from his companion within.

They drove, it might be, for a quarter of an hour, in this way, when Henderson felt his companion start, and the next moment her hand was placed upon his arm.
"Ha! ha! my dearest," thought he, "I knew, notwithstanding all your beautiful startings and fencings, that matters would come to this.

There is nothing, after all, like leaving you to yourselves a little, and you are sure to come round.

My dear Miss Sullivan," he added, aloud, "be composed--say but what it is you wish, and if a man can accomplish it, it must be complied with, or procured for you." "Then," said she, "if you are a human being, let me know when we come to the Grey Stone." "Undoubtedly, I shall.