My sister broke it off, and now she is a nun in the Ursuline Convent at Quebec." "Oh, poor things!" cried Elizabeth, her eye on Anderson's distant face.
"My sister is quite happy," said Mariette sharply.

"She did her duty.
But my poor friend suffered.

However, now he has got over it.

And I hope he will marry.

He is very dear to me, though we have not a single opinion in the world in common." Elizabeth kept him talking.