I didn't put myself in your power without the manes of defendin' myself an' punishin' you, if you should desarve it." "Beautiful caprice! But, my dearest girl, I can understand it all--it is well done; and I know, besides, that a little hysterics will be necessary in their proper place; but for that you must wait till we get to our destination; and then you will be most charmingly affected with a fit--a delightful, sweet, soft, sobbing fit--which will render it necessary for me to soothe and console you; to wipe your lovely eyes; and then, you know, to kiss your delicious lips.

All this, my darling girl, will happen as a natural consequence, and in due time every thing will be well." There was no reply given to this; but the moaning was deeper, and apparently more indicative of pain and distress than before.

A third silence ensued, during which they arrived at the Grey Stone, of whose proximity the driver had received orders to give them intimation.
"Hallo!" exclaimed Henderson, "what's the matter?
Why do you stop, my good fellow ?" "We are at the Grey Stone, your honor," replied the man.
"Oh, very well; pull up a moment," he added.

"My dear Miss Sullivan, we are at the Grey Stone now," said he, addressing her.
She moaned again, and started.

"Whist," said she; "I don't hear his voice." At this moment a man approached the driver, and desired him to let him know that a person wished to speak with him.
The female in the carriage no sooner heard the voice, even although the words were uttered in whispers, than she called out-- "Father, come to me--help me home--I'm dyin'! You've been desaved, Mr.
Henderson," she added.