As the former opened the street door, Miriam stood with her uncle on the threshold.

Henry looked at her earnestly and tenderly for an instant, and then, staggering back, leaned against the wall for support.
"Where is your mother ?" asked Mr.Ellis.
"In her own room," said Henry, in a voice scarcely audible.
Miriam sprang up the stairs with the fleetness of an antelope, and, in a few moments, was sobbing on her mother's bosom.
"Miriam! Miriam!" said Mrs.Darlington, in a thrilling voice, "do you return the same as when you left ?" "Yes, thank God!" came from the maiden's lips.
"Thank God! thank God!" responded the mother, wildly.

"Oh, my child, what a fearful misery you have escaped!" In a few minutes, the mother and sisters were joined by Henry.
"Where is your uncle ?" asked Mrs.Darlington.
"He has gone away; but says that he will see you to-morrow." Over the remainder of that evening we will here draw a veil..