I know it." "I should like to speak to him, Ducie.

Tell him that Charlotte Sandal wants his blessing." He was lying on the big oak bed in the best room, waiting for his dismissal in cheerful serenity.

"Come here, Charlotte," he said; "stoop down, and let me see you once more.

My sight grows dim.

I am going away, dear." "O grandfather! is there any thing I can do for you ?" "Be a good girl.