What will become of Caroline?
O, how I wish I could see mother; why could not both have gone?
Later .-- I get up from my chair, and walk from window to window, and then come and write a line.

I cannot even divine how poor Caroline's marriage is to be carried out if mother dies.

I pray that father may have got there in time to talk to her and receive some directions from her about Caroline and M.de la Feste--a man whom neither my father nor I have seen.

I, who might be useful in this emergency, am doomed to stay here, waiting in suspense.
August 23 .-- A letter from my father containing the sad news that my mother's spirit has flown.

Poor little Caroline is heart-broken--she was always more my mother's pet than I was.