Lady Caroline is very kind, and I am so lonely." She said this not in any complaint, but as if accepting the fact, and making up her mind to endure it.

A little more fragmentary conversation passed, chiefly between herself and me--John uttered scarcely a word.

He sat by the window, half shading his face with his hand.

Under that covert, the gaze which incessantly followed and dwelt on her face--oh, had she seen it! The moments narrowed.

Would he say what he had intended, concerning his position in the world?
Had she guessed or learned anything, or were we to her simply Mr.Halifax and Mr.Fletcher--two "gentlemen" of Norton Bury?
It appeared so.
"This is not a very long good-bye, I trust ?" said she to me, with something more than courtesy.