Everything in that quarter failed her, except William's affection.

His last thought on leaving home was for her.

He stepped back again to the door to say, "Take care of Fanny, mother.

She is tender, and not used to rough it like the rest of us.

I charge you, take care of Fanny." William was gone: and the home he had left her in was, Fanny could not conceal it from herself, in almost every respect the very reverse of what she could have wished.