Imagine the situation! I shall make no resistance whatever to it; I shall simply let him perceive that conversing with me on these topics does not make him feel a bit more comfortable, and that he must look elsewhere for a remedy.

I said not a word about Blanche." She spoke of Blanche, however, the next time.

"He came again this afternoon," she said in her second letter, "and he wore exactly the same face as yesterday--namely, a very unhappy one.

If I were not entirely too wise to believe his account of himself, I might suppose that he was unhappy because Blanche shows symptoms of not taking flight.

She has been with us a great deal--she has no idea what is going on--and I can't honestly say that she chatters any less than usual.