"I am here to speak to you about it, when the business is done." "It is quite unnecessary to hurry your departure, as you propose," continued Mr.Pendril, addressing Norah.

"I can safely assure you that a week hence will be time enough." "If this is Mr.Michael Vanstone's house," repeated Norah; "I am ready to leave it tomorrow." She impatiently quitted her chair and seated herself further away on the sofa.

As she laid her hand on the back of it, her face changed.

There, at the head of the sofa, were the cushions which had supported her mother when she lay down for the last time to repose.

There, at the foot of the sofa, was the clumsy, old-fashioned arm-chair, which had been her father's favorite seat on rainy days, when she and her sister used to amuse him at the piano opposite, by playing his favorite tunes.