"Forbear sharp speeches to her.

She's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, And strokes death to her."-- SHAKSPEARE.
As we have said, the storm lasted for a week; and all that time Edward and Zoe were slowly drifting farther and farther apart.
But at last the clouds broke and the sun shone out cheerily.

It was about the middle of the forenoon when this occurred.
"Oh," cried Miss Deane, "do see the sun! Now I shall no longer need to encroach upon your hospitality, my kind entertainers.

I can go home by this afternoon's train, if you, Mr.Travilla, will be so very good as to take or send me to the depot." "The Ion carriage is quite at your service," he returned politely.
"Thanks," she said; "then I'll just run up to my room, and do my bit of packing." She hurried out to the hall, then the front door was heard to open; and the next minute a piercing shriek brought master, mistress, and servants running out to the veranda to inquire the cause.
Miss Deane lay there groaning, and crying out "that she had sprained her ankle terribly; she had slipped on a bit of ice, and fallen; and oh! when now would she be able to go home ?" The question found an echo in Zoe's heart, and she groaned inwardly at the thought of having this most unwelcome guest fastened upon her for weeks longer.
Yet she pitied her pain, and was anxious to do what she could for her relief.

She hastened to the medicine-closet in search of remedies; while Edward and Uncle Ben gently lifted the sufferer, carried her in, and laid her on the sofa.
Also a messenger was at once despatched for Dr.Conly.Zoe stationed herself at a front window of the drawing-room to watch for his coming.
Presently Edward came to her side.