None will approve your discretion more than your parents, I know, when all the grave reasons for this concealment are disclosed.

Dear Fanny! how ever-present to me you are.

It seems, often, as if you were moving by my side.

In lonely moments, how like far off, sweet music, comes your voice stealing into my heart.

Beloved one!--" A sudden sound of approaching feet caused Fanny to crumple the letter, scarcely half read, in her hand, and thrust it into her bosom.