When she was about to enter, Mrs.Brown said: "Ellen, you had better not come in; your mistress is unwell." Mrs.Hastings then approached, and, with a good deal of judgment and consideration, said: "I think it is better, Mrs.Brown, that Ellen should see her, or, rather, that she should see Ellen.

Who can tell how beneficial the effect may be on her?
We all know how she was attached to Ellen." In addition to those fearful intimations, Ellen heard inside the sobs and groans of her distracted father, mingled with caresses and such tender and affectionate language as, she knew by the words, could only be addressed to a person incapable of understanding them.

Mrs.Brown held the door partially closed, but the faithful girl would not be repulsed.

She pushed in, exclaiming: "Stand back, Mrs.Brown, I must see my mistress!--if she is my mistress, or anybody's mistress now,"-- and accordingly she approached the settee on which the _Cooleen Bawn_ sat.

The old squire was wringing his hands, sobbing, and giving vent to the most uncontrollable sorrow.
"Oh, Ellen," said he, "pity and forgive me.