I OUGHT to have foreseen.

Oh, but I will have no pity now," he cried, and as he ended the words abruptly his face changed.

He lifted a trembling forefinger and pointed.

There came a sudden look of life into his dull and despairing eyes.
He was pointing to a side-table on which were piled Mr.Ricardo's letters.
"You have not opened them this morning ?" he asked.
"No.

You came while I was still in bed.