When they heard of the old love-story between the dead man and Miss Galindo,--brought up by mutual friends in Westmoreland, in the review which we are all inclined to take of the events of a man's life when he comes to die,--they tried to remember Miss Galindo's speeches and ways of going on during this visit.

She was a little pale, a little silent; her eyes were sometimes swollen, and her nose red; but she was at an age when such appearances are generally attributed to a bad cold in the head, rather than to any more sentimental reason.

They felt towards her as towards an old friend, a kindly, useful, eccentric old maid.

She did not expect more, or wish them to remember that she might once have had other hopes, and more youthful feelings.

Doctor Trevor thanked her very warmly for staying with his wife, when he returned home from London (where the funeral had taken place).