Your comfort with your relative is the first thing to be considered: not for the world do I wish you to make divisions within doors.

Yours.' Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday passed, and on Saturday a telegram came in reply:-- 'I can fear, grieve at, and complain of nothing, having your nice promise to consider my comfort always.' This was very pretty; but it admitted little.

Such short messages were in themselves poor substitutes for letters, but their speed and easy frequency were good qualities which the letters did not possess.

Three days later he replied:-- 'You do not once say to me "Come." Would such a strange accident as my arrival disturb you much ?' She replied rather quickly:-- 'I am indisposed to answer you too clearly.

Keep your heart strong: 'tis a censorious world.' The vagueness there shown made Somerset peremptory, and he could not help replying somewhat more impetuously than usual:-- 'Why do you give me so much cause for anxiety! Why treat me to so much mystification! Say once, distinctly, that what I have asked is given.' He awaited for the answer, one day, two days, a week; but none came.