Do, love." And Aunt Grace tried to draw the head of Fanny close to her bosom.
But her niece struggled to be free, answering, as she did so-- "Don't question me now, Aunt Grace, please.

Only let me go to mother.

I want to see her." "She is not in her room," said Miss Markland.
"Are you certain ?" "Oh, yes.

I have just come from there." "Where is she, then ?" "In the library, with your father." Without a word more, Fanny turned from her aunt, and, gliding back to her own chamber, entered, and closed the door.
"Oh, dear, dear, dear! What does ail the child ?" almost sobbed Aunt Grace, wringing her hands together, as she stood, with a bewildered air, gazing upon the door through which the form of her niece had just passed.

"Something is the matter--something dreadful.