It was not so much her own wish that this should be done as my father's, who particularly desired that she should lie in the family vault beside his first wife.

I saw them side by side before the vault was closed--two women beloved by one man.

As I stood, and Caroline by my side, I fell into a sort of dream, and had an odd fancy that Caroline and I might be also beloved of one, and lie like these together--an impossibility, of course, being sisters.

When I awoke from my reverie Caroline took my hand and said it was time to leave.
September 14 .-- The wedding is indefinitely postponed.

Caroline is like a girl awakening in the middle of a somnambulistic experience, and does not realize where she is, or how she stands.