"You are perfectly right, Doctor, and we must answer to your satisfaction.

But let us retire from this chamber." She led the way down stairs.

As we passed the memorable north-west room, she pushed the door open, and said, "Blanche, dear, I wish to see you.

Come down to the parlor." I heard faintly the answer, in a very musical voice.

We had scarcely entered the parlor, when the lady said-- "My daughter, Doctor." A vision of beauty and innocence met my gaze.