IT was some time after her father left for the city, before Fanny came down from her room.

She was pale, and looked as if she had passed a sleepless night.

Her mother's concerned inquiries were answered evasively, and it was very apparent that she wished to avoid question and observation.
Aunt Grace again sought, in her obtrusive way, to penetrate the mystery of Fanny's changed exterior, but was no more successful than on the preceding evening.
"Don't worry her with so many questions, sister," said Mrs.
Markland, aside, to Aunt Grace; "I will know all in good time." "Your good time may prove a very bad time," was answered, a little sharply.
"What do you mean by that ?" asked Mrs.Markland, turning her eyes full upon the face of her companion.
"I mean that in any matter affecting so deeply a girl like Fanny, the mother's time for knowing all about it is now.

Something is wrong, you may depend upon it." At the commencement of this conversation, Fanny retired from the room.
"The child's mind has been disturbed by the unfortunate letter from Mr.Lyon.The something wrong goes not beyond this." "Unfortunate! You may well say unfortunate.

I don't know what has come over Edward.