Your mother procured her." "Did you hear her name ?" "No." "And so you cannot help me at all ?" said Edith, in a disappointed voice.
"I cannot, my poor child," answered the doctor.
All the flush and excitement died out of Edith's face.

When she arose to go, she was pale and haggard, like one exhausted by pain, and her steps uneven, like the steps of an invalid walking for the first time.

Dr.
Radcliffe went with her in silence to the door.
"Oh, doctor," said Edith, in a choking voice, as she lingered a moment on the steps, "can't you bring out of this frightful mystery something for my heart to rest upon?
I want the truth.

Oh, doctor, in pity help me to find the truth!" "I am powerless to help you," the doctor replied.

"Your only hope lies in your mother.