"Bless my soul, what's all this?
Mr.
Ward says my niece is not to return to her husband! Oh, come, now, come!" "Need we say anything more to-night ?" Helen said.

"I--I cannot talk." Nothing could have shown Dr.Howe's affection for his niece more than the way in which he said, looking at her in silence for a moment, "My child, you shall do just what you please.

Come up-stairs now, and get to bed.

It will be a mercy if you're not laid up with a cold to-morrow.

Would you rather not see Lois?
Well, then, Jean shall come and make you comfortable." But Dr.Howe, shuffling over the bare stairs, and fuming to himself, "What's all this! Nonsense, I say, perfect nonsense!" could not fail to arouse Lois, and she called out drowsily, "Good-night, father, dear.