He says overtake her we must, and calls Charles the hardest of names.

He believes, of course, that she is merely an infatuated girl rushing off to meet her lover; and how can the wretched I tell him that she is more, and in a sense better than that--yet not sufficiently more and better to make this flight to Charles anything but a still greater danger to her than a mere lover's impulse.

We shall go by way of Paris, and we think we may overtake her there.

I hear my father walking restlessly up and down the hall, and can write no more..