If my suspicion is baseless, no one is injured." Just then, Fanny, the oldest daughter, returned from a short walk, and passed her mother and aunt on the portico, without looking up or speaking.

There was an air of absent-mindedness about her.
"I don't know what has come over Fanny," said Mrs.Markland.

"She isn't at all like herself." And as she uttered these words, not meaning them for other ears than her own, she followed her daughter into the house.
"Don't know what's come over Fanny!" said Aunt Grace to herself, as she moved up and down the vine-wreathed portico--"well, well,--some people _are_ blind.

This is like laying a block in a man's way, and wondering that he should fall down.

Don't know what's come over Fanny?
Dear! dear!" Enough had been said by her sister-in-law to give direction to the vague anxieties awakened in the mind of Mrs.Markland by the recent deportment of her husband.