You shall hear from me to-morrow.

By that time, I shall have seen Annie and Lilian.

I shall have weighed both scales of the balance,--and the heart here, Allen Fenwick, seems very heavy.

Go, now.

I hear feet on the stairs, Poyntz bringing up some friendly gossiper; gossipers are spies." I passed my hand over my eyes, tearless, but how tears would have relieved the anguish that burdened them! and, without a word, went down the stairs, meeting at the landing-place Colonel Poyntz and the old man whose pain my prescription had cured.