The pain of his arm, going on so long, seems to me to have pulled him down; it does not let him sleep, and, by the end of the day, he gets worn and fagged by seeing so many people, and exerting himself to talk and think; and often, when there is something that must be asked, I don't know how to begin, for it seems as if a little more would be too much for him." "Yes, Richard is right," said Ethel mournfully; "it will not do to press him about our concerns; but do you think him worse to-day ?" "He did not sleep last night, and he is always worse when he does not drive out into the country; the fresh air, and being alone with Richard, are a rest for him.

To-day is especially trying; he does not think poor old Mr.Southern will get through the evening, and he is so sorry for the daughter." "Is he there now ?" "Yes; he thought of something that might be an alleviation, and he would go, though he was tired.

I am afraid the poor daughter will detain him, and he is not fit to go through such things now." "No, I hope he will soon come; perhaps Richard will meet him.

But, oh, Margaret, what do you think Richard and I have been talking of ?" and, without perception of fit times and seasons, Ethel would have told her story, but Margaret, too anxious to attend to her, said, "Hark! was not that his step ?" and Dr.May came in, looking mournful and fatigued.
"Well," said he, "I was just too late.

He died as I got there, and I could not leave the daughter till old Mrs.Bowers came." "Poor thing," said Margaret.