I must go to sleep.

To-night I cannot even say an ave." "God hears the unspoken prayer in your heart, Maria; and to-night let me help you upstairs.

My arm is stronger than Rachela's." She rose with a little affectation of greater weakness and lassitude than she really felt.

But she wished to be weak, so that her Roberto might be strong--to be quite dependent on his care and tenderness.

And she let her daughters embrace her so prettily, and then offered her hand to Dare and Luis with so much grace and true kindness that both young men were enchanted.
"It is to be seen that they are gentlemen," she said, as she went slowly upstairs on her husband's arm--"and hark! that is the singing of Luis.
What is it he says ?" They stood still to listen.