I have been advised to do more, to keep nothing that can remind me of him--in short, to burn his letters.

I have taken the advice; but I own I shrank a little from destroying the last of the letters.

No--not because it was the last, but because it had this in it.' She opened her hand, and showed him a lock of Montbarry's hair, tied with a morsel of golden cord.

'Well! well! let it go with the rest.' She dropped it into the flame.

For a while, she stood with her back to Henry, leaning on the mantel-piece, and looking into the fire.