Mr.Petulengro soon began talking of the letter which I had received in the morning.

"Is it not from Miss Berners, brother ?" said he.

I told him it was.

"Is she coming back, brother ?" "Never," said I; "she is gone to America, and has deserted me." "I always knew that you two were never destined for each other," said he.

"How did you know that ?" I inquired.