All her movements were languid and listless, she who had been wont to keep the house astir; she took no interest in the bridal dresses and jewellery; she shrank from every one, and wanted to be alone.

She grew pale, and thin, and hysterical, and so petulant that it was a risk to speak to her.

What was the matter ?--every one asked that question, and Grace and Grace's brother were the only two who guessed within a mile of the truth.
And so April wore away.

Time, that goes on forever--steadily, steadily, for the happy and the miserable--was bringing the fated time near.

The snow had fled, the new grass and fresh buds were green on the lawn and trees, and the birds sang their _glorias_ in the branches so lately tossed by the wintry winds.
Doctor Danton was still at St.Croix, but he was going away, too.