But now there's something perfectly fearful." "What is it ?" "A letter from Miss Triscoe came after you were gone, asking us to find rooms in some hotel for her and her father to-morrow.

He isn't well, and they're coming.

And I've telegraphed them to come here.

Now what do you say ?" LXII.
They could see no way out of the trouble, and Mrs.March could not resign herself to it till her husband suggested that she should consider it providential.

This touched the lingering superstition in which she had been ancestrally taught to regard herself as a means, when in a very tight place, and to leave the responsibility with the moral government of the universe.