At this moment, those who are very, very dear to me are awaiting my arrival in London; and, when they learn the loss of the _Proserpine,_ how great will be their misery! Well, that misery is added to mine.

Then my poor papa.

He will never know how much he loved me until this news reaches him.

And to think that I am dead to them, yet living! living here helplessly, helplessly.

Dear, dear Arthur, how you will suffer for my sake! Oh, papa, papa! shall I never see you again ?" and she wept bitterly.
"I am helpless either to aid or to console you, Miss Rolleston.