Her husband, a man of genius and learning, gave her his whole heart,--a heart worth having; but he was not ambitious, and he despised the world." "I think you said your daughter was very much attached to Miss Ashleigh?
Does her character resemble her mother's ?" I was afraid while I spoke that I should again meet Mrs.Poyntz's searching gaze, but she did not this time look up from her work.
"No; Lilian is anything but commonplace." "You described her as having delicate health; you implied a hope that she was not consumptive.

I trust that there is no serious reason for apprehending a constitutional tendency which at her age would require the most careful watching!" "I trust not.

If she were to die--Dr.Fenwick, what is the matter ?" So terrible had been the picture which this woman's words had brought before me, that I started as if my own life had received a shock.
"I beg pardon," I said falteringly, pressing my hand to my heart; "a sudden spasm here,--it is over now.

You were saying that--that--" "I was about to say-" and here Mrs.Poyntz laid her hand lightly on mine,--"I was about to say that if Lilian Ashleigh were to die, I should mourn for her less than I might for one who valued the things of the earth more.

But I believe there is no cause for the alarm my words so inconsiderately excited in you.