If he'll accept my advice, he will keep her there." "Poor Mrs.Floyd!" It was the mother's deep sorrow and humiliation that touched the heart of my Constance when this disgraceful exposure reached her.

"She has worn to me a troubled look for this long while," she added.

"The handsome new house which the Squire built, and into which they moved last year, has not, with all its elegant accompaniments, made her any more cheerful than she was before.

Mrs.Dean told me that her sister was very much opposed to leaving her old home; but the Squire has grown rich so fast that he must have everything in the external to correspond with his improved circumstances.

Ah me! If, with riches, troubles so deep must come, give me poverty as a blessing." A week passed, and no one that I happened to meet knew, certainly, whether Mrs.Dewey was at home or not.