Her fair hair was drawn plainly and smoothly, over her temples, and the slender, slightly stooping figure, resembled a young tree, which the storm has bowed and deprived of strength and will to raise itself.
"Beautiful!" she exclaimed in a smothered tone, with much effort, but her bright glance clearly expressed the joy that filled her soul, as she pointed to the green foliage around her and the blue sky over their heads.
"Delicious-delicious!" he answered, cordially.

"The June day is reflected in your dear face.

You have learned to be contented here ?" Elizabeth nodded eagerly, pressing both hands upon her heart, while her eloquent glance told him how well, how grateful and happy, she felt here; and when in reply to his timid question, whether it would be hard for her to leave this place and seek another, a safer home, she gazed at first in surprise, then anxiously into his face, and then, with an eager gesture of refusal, gasped "Not go--not go!" He answered, soothingly: "No, no; we are still safe here to-day!" Elizabeth knew her husband, and had keen eyes; a presentiment of approaching danger seized upon her.

Her features assumed an expression of terrified expectation and deep grief.

The furrow in her brow deepened, and questioning glances and gestures united with the "What ?--what ?" trembling on her lips.
"Do not fear!" he replied, tenderly.