I was quite overcome, and sank down and hid my face on the table.

When I looked up again he was gone.
* * * * * * * June 25th, 1841.

I write these lines on my wedding morning, when little more than a year has passed since Robert returned to England.
His salary was increased yesterday to one hundred and fifty pounds a year.

If I only knew where Mr.Mallinson was, I would write and tell him of our present happiness.

But for the situation which his kindness procured for Robert, we might still have been waiting vainly for the day that has now come.
I am to work at home for the future, and Sally is to help us in our new abode.