As an interesting, and even brilliant, companion, she had enjoyed his society.

With more than usual interest had she listened to his varied descriptions of personages, places, and events; and she had felt more than a common admiration for his high mental accomplishments.

But, whenever she imagined him the husband of her pure-hearted child, it seemed as if a heavy hand lay upon her bosom, repressing even respiration itself.
Enough was crowding into the mind of this excellent woman to drive slumber from her eyelids.

The room adjoining was occupied by Fanny, and, as the communicating door stood open, she was aware that the sleep of her child was not sound.

Every now and then she turned restlessly in her bed; and sometimes muttered incoherently.