Hope Wayne's impulse was to lay her head upon her new friend's shoulder and cry; for Hope was prostrated by the unexpected vision of Abel, as a strong man is unnerved by sudden physical pain.

She felt the overwhelming grief of a child, and longed to give way to it utterly.
"I am glad to know you, Miss Wayne!" said Amy Waring, in a cordial, cheerful voice, with a pleasant smile.
Hope bowed, and thanked her.
"I find that Mr.Newt's friends always prove to be mine," continued Amy.
"I am glad of it; but I don't know why I am his friend," said Hope.

"I never saw him until to-day.

He must have lived in Delafield.

Do you know how that is ?" She found conversation a great relief, and longed to give way to a kind of proud, indignant volubility.
"No; but he seems to have lived every where, to have seen every thing, and to have known every body.