"The poor young lady! She was anxious to see you, sir.

To hear her say that you were the only one that cared for her! And so fretful with her mother, too.

'Let him be told that I am dangerously ill,' says she, 'and he'll come.' She didn't know how true her word was, poor thing; and she went off without being aware of it." "Flattering herself and flattering me.

Happy girl!" "Bless you, I know what her feelings were, sir; I have had experience." Here she approached him confidentially, and whispered: "The family were again' you, sir, and she knew it.

But she wouldn't listen to them.