CHAPTER 5.IV.
Ich fuhle Dich mir nahe; Die Einsamkeit belebt; Wie uber seinen Welten Der Unsichtbare schwebt.
Uhland.
(I feel thee near to me, The loneliness takes life,--As over its world The Invisible hovers.) From this state of restlessness and agitation rather than continuous action, Glyndon was aroused by a visitor who seemed to exercise the most salutary influence over him.

His sister, an orphan with himself, had resided in the country with her aunt.

In the early years of hope and home he had loved this girl, much younger than himself, with all a brother's tenderness.

On his return to England, he had seemed to forget her existence.

She recalled herself to him on her aunt's death by a touching and melancholy letter: she had now no home but his,--no dependence save on his affection; he wept when he read it, and was impatient till Adela arrived.
This girl, then about eighteen, concerned beneath a gentle and calm exterior much of the romance or enthusiasm that had, at her own age, characterised her brother.