CHAPTER XLIII.
WALKING HOME.
"Miss Amy," said Lawrence Newt, as they walked slowly toward Fulton Street, "I hope that gradually we may overcome this morbid state of mind in your aunt, and restore her to her home." Amy said she hoped so too, and walked quietly by his side.

There was something almost humble in her manner.

Her secret was her own no longer.
Was it Lawrence Newt's?
Had she indeed betrayed herself?
"I didn't say why I was going out of town.

Yet I ought to tell you," said he.
"Why should you tell me ?" she answered, quickly.
"Because it concerns our friend Hope Wayne," said Lawrence.

"See, here is the note which I received this morning." As he spoke he opened it, and read aloud: "MY DEAR MR.