"But indeed, my love, you have done quite right in marrying; and don't fret a bit about it.

Never mind her, sir; she'll be better by-and-by." This oppression of pity would have nerved any one of reserved temperament to die rather than betray the least fragment of emotion more.

Christian gathered herself up; her face grew pale again, and her voice steady.

She looked, not at Mrs.Ferguson, but at the good man who had just made her his wife--and any one looking at him must have felt that he was a good man--then said, gently but determinedly, "If Dr.Grey has no objection, I should like to have stated my father's occupation or my own.

I do not wish to hide or appear ashamed of either." "Certainly not," replied Dr.Grey; and, taking up the pen, he added, "Edward Oakley, Esq., late organist of Saint Bede's." It was the last earthly memento of one who, born a gentleman and a genius, had so lived, that, as all Avonsbridge well knew, the greatest blessing which could have happened to his daughter was his death.