Her aunt, good Mrs.Buscot, though overwhelmed by affliction at the sad tidings I brought her, received me with the utmost kindness, and tried to console me.

My sorrow, however, was too deeply seated to be removed.

Wandering over the downs, I visited Mrs.Compton at Kingston Lisle, from whose house Amabel was carried off by the perfidious earl.

She, also, received me with kindness, and strove, like Mrs.Buscot, to comfort me, and, like her, ineffectually.
Finding my strength declining, and persuaded that my days were drawing to a close, I retraced my steps to London, hoping to find a final resting-place near her I had loved." "You are, indeed, faithful to the grave, Leonard," said the physician, brushing away a tear; "and I never heard or read of affection stronger than yours.

Sorrow is a great purifier, and you will come out all the better for your trial.