Thus she sat, rocking her body with a slight motion.

Mrs.Dinneford watched her without speaking.
"And what of George ?" asked Edith, checking her nervous movement at last.
Her mother did not reply.

Edith waited a moment, and then lifted herself erect.
"What of George ?" she demanded.
"My poor child!" exclaimed Mrs.Dinneford, with a gush of genuine pity, putting her arms about Edith and drawing her head against her bosom.

"It is more than you have strength to bear." "You must tell me," the daughter said, disengaging herself.

"I have asked for my husband." "Hush! You must not utter that word again;" and Mrs.Dinneford put her fingers on Edith's lips.