And though he has so generously forgiven me, and I have in a small way tried to show my gratitude to him, it was still painful to me to have to tell the story to anyone else.

But I felt that I ought to do it--not for his sake, because he has told me that what I had looked for and what he had so hoped for is not to be--but because I thought that you ought not to be allowed to sacrifice your life to such a man; and partly, too, because I wished to spare my dear master the pain of telling the story, and of perhaps being misunderstood." "Thank you, George," she said, quietly.

"You have done quite right in telling--" At this moment some voices were heard at the other end of the garden.
"I will be going at once," George said, seizing the opportunity of getting away; and turning, he walked down the garden and left the house.
"Who is your friend, Bertha ?" Miss Haverley said, laughingly, as she met Bertha coming slowly down the garden.
"Why--is anything the matter ?" she exclaimed, as she caught sight of her face.
"I have become suddenly faint, Hannah," Bertha replied.

"I suppose it was the heat yesterday; and it is very warm this morning, too.

I am better now, and it will soon pass over.