Upon my representation of what you were suffering, he immediately, and with the greatest delicacy, ceased to urge to see you for the present." Here Fanny, who had looked up, looked down again.

"Of course," continued her uncle, "it cannot be supposed but that he should request to speak with you alone, be it only for five minutes; a request too natural, a claim too just to be denied.

But there is no time fixed; perhaps to-morrow, or whenever your spirits are composed enough.

For the present you have only to tranquillise yourself.

Check these tears; they do but exhaust you.