"Remember," she wrote on her slate, when a new servant was curious to know why she always slept with a light in her room--"Remember that I am deaf _and blind too_ in the darkness.

You, who can hear, have a sense to serve you instead of sight, in the dark--your ears are of use to you then, as your eyes are in the light.

_I_ hear nothing, and see nothing--I lose all my senses together in the dark." It was only by rare accidents, which there was no providing against, that she was ever terrified in this way, after her peculiarity had first disclosed itself.

In small things as well as in great, Valentine never forgot that her happiness was his own especial care.

He was more nervously watchful over her than anyone else in the house--for she cost him those secret anxieties which make the objects of our love doubly precious to us.