"You were so unlike yourself." "I shall be right again to-morrow, my dear.

I am a little upset to-day." "Not by me ?" "No, no." "By something you have heard at Mr.Clare's ?" "Yes--nothing you need alarm yourself about; nothing that won't wear off by to-morrow.

Let me go now, my dear; I have a letter to write; and I want to speak to your mother." He left her and went on to the house.

Magdalen lingered a little on the lawn, to feel all the happiness of her new sensations--then turned away toward the shrubbery to enjoy the higher luxury of communicating them.
The dog followed her.

She whistled, and clapped her hands.