But not a line.
At half-past six her volatile mind took a turn, real or affected.

She would cry no more for an ungrateful fellow,--ungrateful for not seeing through the stone walls how she had been employed all the morning; and making it up.

So she bathed her red eyes, made a great alteration in her dress, and came dancing into the room humming an Italian ditty.
As they were sitting together in the dining-room after dinner, two letters came by the same post to Mr.Lusignan from Mr.Wyman and Dr.
Snell.
Mr.Wyman's letter:-- DEAR SIR,--I am sorry to hear from Miss Lusignan that she intends to discontinue medical advice.

The disorder was progressing favorably, and nothing to be feared, under proper treatment.
Yours, etc.
Dr.Snell's letter:-- DEAR SIR,--Miss Lusignan has written to me somewhat impatiently and seems disposed to dispense with my visits.

I do not, however, think it right to withdraw without telling you candidly that this is an unwise step.