I have written again and again." "I wish he was here, indeed," replied the doctor, with a look of great anxiety.

"Miss Adelaide," he suddenly exclaimed, "if she were ten years older I should say she was dying of a broken heart, but she is so young the idea is absurd." "You are right, doctor! it is nothing but that.

Oh! how I wish Horace would come!" cried Adelaide, walking up and down the room, and wringing her hands.

"Do you notice, doctor," she asked, stopping before him, "how she watches the opening of the door, and starts and trembles at every sound?
It is killing her, for she is too weak to bear it.

Oh! If Horace would only come, and set her mind at rest! He has been displeased with her, and threatened to send her to a convent, of which she has a great horror and dread--and she idolizes him; and so his anger and his threats have had this sad effect upon her, poor child!" "Write again, Miss Adelaide, and tell him that her _life_ depends upon his speedy return and a reconciliation with him.