'What is this ?' 'My good-bye to Rose.

I want it folded now.' Caroline slipped from the couch to fulfil her wish.

She enclosed the pencilled scrap of paper, sealed it, and asked, 'Is that right ?' 'Now unlock my desk,' Juliana uttered, feebly.

'Put it beside a letter addressed to a law-gentleman.

Post both the morning I am gone.' Caroline promised to obey, and coming to Juliana to mark her looks, observed a faint pleased smile dying away, and had her hand gently squeezed.