All eyes were turned upon him, and Henry said, in a voice of the most anxious inquiry,-- "You have something to say, Mr.Marchdale, which will throw some light upon this affair." "No, no, no, nothing!" cried Mr.Marchdale, rousing himself at once from the appearance of depression that had come over him.

"I have nothing to say, but that I think Flora had better get some sleep if she can." "No sleep-no sleep for me," again screamed Flora.

"Dare I be alone to sleep ?" "But you shall not be alone, dear Flora," said Henry.

"I will sit by your bedside and watch you." She took his hand in both hers, and while the tears chased each other down her cheeks, she said,-- "Promise me, Henry, by all your hopes of Heaven, you will not leave me." "I promise!" She gently laid herself down, with a deep sigh, and closed her eyes.
"She is weak, and will sleep long," said Mr.Marchdale.
"You sigh," said Henry.

"Some fearful thoughts, I feel certain, oppress your heart." "Hush-hush!" said Mr.Marchdale, as he pointed to Flora.