She had made up her mind to that, when she turned round from off the last knoll on which she had stood, to return to her sister and Priscilla Stanbury.
[Illustration: Nora tries to make herself believe.] They two had sat still under the shade of a thorn bush, looking at Nora as she was wandering about, and talking together more freely than they had ever done before on the circumstances that had brought them together.

"How pretty she looks," Priscilla had said, as Nora was standing with her figure clearly marked by the light.
"Yes; she is very pretty, and has been much admired.

This terrible affair of mine is a cruel blow to her." "You mean that it is bad for her to come and live here--without society." "Not exactly that,--though of course it would be better for her to go out.

And I don't know how a girl is ever to get settled in the world unless she goes out.

But it is always an injury to be connected in any way with a woman who is separated from her husband.