Taking Amabel's arm, and sighing to himself to think how thin it was, the doctor placed his finger upon her pulse.

Whatever might be his secret opinion, he thought fit to assume a hopeful manner, and looking smilingly at her, said, "You are better than I expected, but your departure to the country must not be deferred." "Since it is my father's wish that I should do so," replied Amabel, gently, "I am quite willing to comply.

But I feel it will be of no avail, and I would rather pass the rest of my life here than with strangers.

I cannot be happier than I am now." "Perhaps not," replied Hodges; "but a few weeks spent in some salubrious spot will remove all apprehensions as to your health.

You will find your strength return, and with it the desire of life." "My life is in the hands of my Maker," replied Amabel, "and I am ready to resign it whenever it shall be required of me.