"Forgive me," she murmured, "and let me go." Before I could answer, she hurried away to hide herself in her room.

The sweet girl! How you would have pitied her--how you would have loved her! I went out alone for my walk.

She had not infected me with her superstitious foreboding of ill things to come.

But there was one sad word that she had said, in which I could not but agree.

After what I had witnessed in that room, the wedding-day did indeed look further off than ever..