Good-night.

Go back now to the horse." "I will, dear young lady; and good-night to you too," said the bailiff.
The baroness had remained in the conservatory, thinking of her husband, who formerly would have been by her side on an evening like this.

Yes, there was a change in him: kind and affectionate toward her as ever, he was often absent and preoccupied, and more easily irritated by trifles; his cheerfulness was of a more boisterous character, and his love for men's society increasing; and she mournfully asked herself whether it were the fading of her youth that accounted for this.
"Is not my father yet returned ?" asked Lenore, as she entered.
"No, my child, he has much to do in town; perhaps he will not be back till to-morrow morning." "I do not like papa being so much away," said Lenore; "it is long since he has read aloud to us in the evening, as he used to do." "He means you to be my reader," said her mother, with a smile; "so take your book, and sit down quietly by me, you impetuous child." Lenore pouted, and instead of taking up the book, threw her arms round her mother, and said, "Darling, you too are sad and anxious about my father.

Things are no longer as they used to be.

I am no child now; tell me what he is doing." "Nonsense," calmly replied the baroness.