Better to brave a little damp and discomfort than constant humiliation." "This is my home, my own dear home! It is full of memories of your father and Harry." "O mother, I should think you would want to forget Harry!" "No, no, no! I want to remember him every hour of the day and night.

How could I pray for him, if I forgot him?
Little you know how a mother loves, Charlotte.

His father forgave him: shall I be less pitiful ?--I, who nursed him at my breast, and carried him in my arms." Charlotte did not answer.

She was touched by her mother's fidelity, and she found in her own heart a feeling much akin to it.

Their conversation reverted to their unhappy position, and to the difficulty of making an immediate change.