Her father's hat hung upon the opposite wall; while she gazed at it, a faintness came over her.

Theresa looked at her, and then at the object, on which her eyes were settled, and went to remove it; but Emily waved her hand--'No,' said she, 'let it remain.

I am going to my chamber.' 'Nay, ma'amselle, supper is ready.' 'I cannot take it,' replied Emily, 'I will go to my room, and try to sleep.

Tomorrow I shall be better.' 'This is poor doings!' said Theresa.

'Dear lady! do take some food! I have dressed a pheasant, and a fine one it is.