Only this once, and then adieu to fruitless dreaming--thenceforth, only sober, solid, sad reality should occupy my mind.

But while I thus resolved, a low voice close beside me said--'I suppose you are going this week, Miss Grey ?' 'Yes,' I replied.

I was very much startled; and had I been at all hysterically inclined, I certainly should have committed myself in some way then.

Thank God, I was not.
'Well,' said Mr.Weston, 'I want to bid you good-bye--it is not likely I shall see you again before you go.' 'Good-bye, Mr.Weston,' I said.

Oh, how I struggled to say it calmly! I gave him my hand.