It's almost a pity to waken her--but we must go to bed now." "Stay one minute," I said.

"Tell us, John--I quite forgot to ask till now--what is that 'painful business' you mentioned, which called the sheriff to Lord Luxmore's ?" John glanced at his wife, leaning fondly against him, her face full of sweet peace, then at his little daughter asleep, then round the cheerful fire-lit room, outside which the autumn night-wind went howling furiously.
"Love, we that are so happy, we must not, dare not condemn." She looked at him with a shocked inquiry.

"You don't mean--No; it is impossible!" "It is true.

She has gone away." Ursula sank down, hiding her face.

"Horrible! And only two days since she was here, kissing our children." We all three kept a long silence; then I ventured to ask when she went away?
"This morning, early.